Linda

I'm so upset. What's happening to me? Sis took me out to eat today. She said, "Is something wrong? You just don't seem yourself." I told her off--I don't know WHY!--and fled. ***************** I'm floating on my own fat cloud right now. I've laughed all day. So many said to me, "Hey, Linda, what's so funny?" I replied, "What's not?" and kept on giggling, wild and free. **************** I'll NEVER take those meds. Take them away. My moods are my concern. I'll handle them. Soon I'll be out of jail. Then I won't be incarcerated on somebody's whim. *************** I'm told I'll be much safer here inside this institution than out on the streets. I'm wise to you. Don't try to give me pills. Don't grind them up and put them in my sweets! *************** My sister tried to take control of me for MY good--SURE! Nobody has that right! I'm free, no more the pawn of anyone. Because I stood my ground, I won the fight. ************** It's cold in this abandoned house, but I'll survive on apples from the trees nearby. I'll read these dusty books while sipping on cool nectar that keeps falling from the sky. ************** I dare not leave this sanctuary. Though I'm growing weaker daily, I won't be the helpless quarry of my enemies, who'd apprehend me. No! I will be free. Linda’s body was found in an abandoned New Hampshire farmhouse. Also found was a diary documenting her journey of starvation and the loss of sanity Date: November 2, 2020 Poetry Contest Title: Hello, Darkness My Old Friend Placed 4th Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco