WORD12
I cry out in pain; like a building imploding
Everything I have rushes to the center and falls
And even the words I would say become whispers of dust
The trees around me are unstirred; their greenness shames me
They grow despite the winter, despite the drought
They lift their arms elegantly and hold them there and dance
On a day when the wind stirs the flags
And I fall in on myself once more and rush to phone
Someone and say, "It didn't work!"
They held electrodes to my head
Oh what I should have said was, "No. Not now.
Not ever. Not me."
But I kindly shuffled my world into position
And let them do their work and charge exhorbitant fees.
Ruined. Taken down. How much further to the bottom?
Three-two-one and the detonation begins.
The window high over the plaza breaks and becomes a rush
Of brick and concrete and wood and the dust rises
And I am trapped beneath it all.
Reason for writing:
I am mentally ill and tried to commit suicide. Then I was told I should undergo ECT sessions. Twenty of them. That didn't work either. But now I am much better, 2 yrs later.
Birth sign: Cancer
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