Sunday, April 25, 2010

Hospital Poetry: Take 3

the revolt of my body
the revolt of my mind
neither were issues
I was wanting to find

and now I'm alone
minus the bugs
and the pervasive emptiness
brought forth by drugs

I need to escape
I'm not sure how
but this room is stifling
and my head is too loud

by now I should know better
than to open my mouth
it's easier to be silent
than deal with the trouble that comes out.
~ Annie Martin ('10)


1 comment:

Toni said...

Wonderfully expressive, Annie. My comment on Take 2 seems to have disappeared into cyberspace but I'd said that it had a beautiful rhythm as I read through it (even though it wasn't in rhyme).

Keep writing!