PrisonerA Poem by G. K. BosticOTinaThe TV plays and I just sit and stare In plaster prison I am left alone. They said the night that took my limbs was long, But I survived, unwilling yet to die.
Before that night I thought I’d never die; I didn’t have the time to sit and stare, Too busy having fun to be alone, Surrounded by my friends….but not for long.
Now bound by wheels, my days and nights are long, Conflicted by the drive to live or die… The choice too hard, I simply sit and stare Immobilized, depressed, in pain…alone.
Perhaps Prozac or Valium alone Could give me back the will at least to long For better days…let go of need to die, And then upon a brighter day I’d stare..
Instead, I sit alone and wait to die… Just sit and stare and pray it won’t be long. © 2011 G. K. BosticAuthor's Note
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Added on March 9, 2011Last Updated on March 9, 2011 AuthorG. K. BosticPAAboutRetired Special Education Teacher & Supervisor, Writer of poetry and Nanowrimo novel, wife, mother, grandmother, and lover of country. I can be found at www.gkbostic.com Update: Since I wrote this .. more..Writing
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