I Am Dying

I am lost, I am puzzled I am not free, I have been smothered I have been hurt, I have been hustled I have hesitated, I have stuttered I am confused, I am flustered I am alone, there is no other Not my father, nor my mother Not my sister, nor my brother Not one word, not one utter I have been muted, I have been muzzled I need someone, I need another Because I am lost, I am puzzled I can’t take it, I am dying I cannot stop, from always crying And always weeping, and sometimes whining I have said, no more trying No more running, no more flying No more walking, no more lying No more crawling, right on the lining I mostly find, myself sighing But of course, still denying That me myself, am relying On others that, are implying That I can’t take it, I am dying I am lost I can’t take it I am puzzled I am dying I have been tossed Still not awaken A piece of clutter That’s not supplying For the cost I must pay it Without a mutter I am dying.