posted on Jul, 2 2009 @ 12:55 PM
As he was nodding off, the pain came,
" . . . . . . . ." there it was again!!
Someone has received my message,
someone has reached out and touched me,
my mind, . . . and I feel fine,
draw the line, drink some wine, thoughts that bind,
is it time ? . . . to escape . . .can't wait !
I threw the blanket aside, and stood up, (for the first time in three years),
my kneecaps cracking and groaning, the nurses staring in disbelief and
muttering "Oh my God, oh my God", and my fellow patients silent as stone.
I felt dizzy, but determined. Staggering over to the elevator, I pressed
"basement" and the doors immediately closed. Down I went, escaping.
Then out into the night . . . what a sight . . me, splashing through the
puddles and rivers of rain . . . there's no pain, now.
I'll be sitting on that park bench over there if you want to read my mind
again. It's okay, you can, . . I want to find out who I am.
And who you are.