Solitude

Solitude. Before that, I was in the hospital, in a vegetative state. Before that, I was waking up to fate, Shaking at the hospital, conscious and unconscious, where I lay Before that, I got hit, By the gangs, an evil act they regularly commit Before that, I was living my merry life Filled with ups and downs, life and strife Not knowing how things would end, As this delusional reality would shift and bend Justice and evil often shaking hands and in blend Lost, confused, used, and bruised We must look to enjoy what we have today. Because death and solitude may not be far away.