Feeling like I’m in my death chair
had to mentally prepare
with a quick prayer
that when I leave the earth,
I won’t be scared
because no one cared
or tried to become aware
that I were ill, under a doctors care
that means nothing now, it never did
reminiscing back when I was a kid
what did I do to deserve this
they say you eventually “get over” it
My time is coming soon, this I realize
this precise script of mine, I need to revise
it’s like everyone is telling me lies
is it really all thorns in Gods eyes
or is my surprise imagination becoming real life
this too shall be finalized
how many more bodies need to be paralyzed
abolishing the mind to be hypnotized
how hard is it to really sympathize
except when your lonely and traumatized
About the Creator
H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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