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On All Levels But Physical, I Am Dead

Just as God cast Lucifer from his Millennial Kingdom
So too have I been ousted from your Turbulent Heaven
And as a fallen general would fall on his sword
So too do I feel icy metal piercing my flesh

The doc withdraws my blood
I've been coming to this hospital for years
The old wound healed, and tore itself apart again
And yet I'm here for a new reason

I'm surprised I could fall asleep on this hospital bed
But after a day of hard work
Of hard knocks
I could probably sleep on a knife

I can only stifle a laugh
Why draw blood when I still have so much on my face?
Between my swollen eye and cut lip
Your hand drew nasal blood quite effectively

I came here believing I was already dead
Or at the very least praying that the doc could kill me
Or help me take all the pain away otherwise
Because I do want to see what the future holds

You spent a good week in the psych ward yourself
I wanted the same results you got
But the world doesn't turn the same
For those who admit they want to die

It's been a rough six months
A swirl of colors painted my gray skies
Requiems of gold and silver, turbulent pink and brown
Ended with the deepest greens and darkest reds

There's nothing left around here for me
At least, nothing resembling how it used to be
And I can't run back to the other town
Now that I've burned my scholastic career to cinders

So just as I was two years ago
I'm bedridden with no escape
And this time without the friend I've had for so long
Or a shadow of a promise of hope

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 5/5/2016 1:21:00 PM
This is is fine piece with soul-reaching quality. I love this so much
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