Explosions In My Mind

Explosions in my mind… I want to compress my head. It is getting larger. I am angry… with, (a long sigh) (the gurgle sound of water draining) (a hushed unspoken whisper) (an unvoiced, or at least unheard…prayer) I am so angry I can not say. You are too, or will be. The doc say(s) everyone, will be, sooner or later. It is not like birth and death. It is misery and pain. It is medications, hospitals, gowns without backs. It is pokes and needles, and drips and piddles… Another friend, another room, same big white building. This one giving away, all that she has, to save… another. I am humbled. More needles, more pokes, No jokes, no hoax… I hate the building painted white. I want to paint a rainbow. Not LBGT pride. (get your own colors) The real one that God made… The one “they” can not hide. I want to ask His mercy, on this stark place, Fill it with angels, that we can know Your Grace!