Dying
Wednesday I thought
I was finally dying,
The safety police
took me away crying
"you slit your wrist"
they said so shrill
then took me away
against my will
locked me up
won't let me go
when will I get out?
I just don't know
Don't I have a right to die?
each morning I wake
let out a sigh
"how long will they keep me here?"
"As long as you get better dear."
Copyright © August 22, 1999
