POEMS FOUND AFTER MY SON’S DEATH:
NO HAPPINESS FOR ME.
I look at the clinically, white hospital walls
My life is slipping through my fingers like water.
Time has passed … long, dull years
Without any happiness.
THE TRAP
We’ve tried to help you,
My doctors claim
But they set a trap for me.
I fell into a bottomless pit
That they dug for me.
FEAR
They enter stealthily
In the dead of night.
The storm inside of me
Turns to fear.
What do they want
From a pauper?
Peace, peace, peace
I pray for peace of mind
INCARCERATION
My friends are having fun
One abroad
One recently returned.
All living lives.
Only I am incarcerated
In a crazy cage
Without a past,
Without a future.
by David.
