Dreams that make me,
Nightmares that wake me
Thoughts that shake me
Fears that quake me
So I try not to sleep
People that curt me
There words that hurt me
Senses that alert me
That death does flirt me
So I keep to myself
Visions that haunt me
Feelings that gaunt me
My mom does taunt me
She does not want me
So I have no family
Doctors accrue me
And then they construe me
Then nurses subdue me
Drugged they do view me
So I do not to ask for help
But poems appease me
Words do not tease me
The rhythms do please me
And emotionally ease me
So I write every day
With no arms to hold me
Or eyes to behold me
Nor a love to mold me
Or even church to fold me
So I am very much alone
So if you do see me
Do not guarantee me
Someday they will free me
For I will always be me
So I do not look for false hope
So another day gone by me
With tears my eyes supply me
Always asking why me
Till the day I say goodbye me
So I pray each night for death
