Misery

I hope I get sick again

To get me out of my misery

It’s a bad plea

But it will be a success for both of us

I’ll wake up in the new

Different features

Different water fountains

You’ll forget about me

As I remain silent for days and weeks

Even months

You’ll move on

Go forward

Forget about the past

I’ll be ill

But I won’t be in pain

Never the pain that I experience

When alive with the ache

I hope I get sick again

So, I can count the tiles

And watch the Jags roll in

And eat hospital food

I hope I get sick again

To be punished for sins of not knowing

To live it up once again

And dream the wildest dreams

I hope I get sick again

It brings the distant closer

Near death

And it will make me soft

Hiding and never coming out

You can see me

But you’ll never see through me

And you’ll never see me

But in my mind

I’ll have a lasting memory

Of what could have been

If I wasn’t in misery

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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