Numbers Don't Lie

about my 40th day in a psych ward

40 days, 40 nights

many people, many fights

2 roommates, 3 different beds

7 favorite staff, 1 fucked up head

9 different visitors, almost every day

2 family meetings, 1 long stay

8 finished books, 1 million posters to boot

4 times caught cutting, 4 Steeler games to root

7 major events missed, phone calls all the time

time to man up, the numbers don't lie

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot was missed in those 40 days, 40 nights. The poem is amazing. You wrote a complete story in 67 words. Would be hard to be locked up. Freedom is under-valued. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote