Against her will
Handed
Where's your hand?
A free ticket
Stamped with compromise
and consequence
Why me?
Let me die
She cries
Endures
Wheelchair
Bound
Brace and
Patches on
And
Gait belt
As her
Seatbelt
She
Lives with it
On
And can't take it
Off
Foot glued
To the pedal
Did I not
Put you on a pedestal?
She cries
Stuck to the metal
At least
She's given a
New cushion but
No release
No relief
Bad after bad
She doesn't have
Good days
Anymore
Can't recall the good days
She had before
Her ally is a
Chamber maid
Chamber pot
Chamber with
Chains mangled in
Knots
Hemp oil
And pills for the pain
Just call it weed and
Let me get high
She cries
Death won't take me
Let me forget
I am forgotten
By modern medicine
And doctors
71
I feel 40
Where's my teddy
Oh let me
Revert
To a blissful baby
Let me not know
This brutal tunnel
No feelings
I aspire
To be
Naught
She cries
One last time
Let this passenger
Get off