Self-Induced Sleep
I despise the people,
Who with relaxed faces,
Let "It's just a passing feeling"
Spill out their mouths.
They obviously don't understand
What it's like to be terminally ill -
With a cancer-like disease spreading under their goosebumps.
....Educate them!
Teach them how to spell love with their tongues -
Train their manicured fingernails to claw at the earth,
Digging out depression from the ground we buried it under.
But
Just wait until they see
That I am bedridden with
A 42 caliber
Under my pillow.
Wait until they can see
Through me.
Sweet dreams.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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