Thursday, May 3, 1984

Laid Down (0)

Cold flash of steal behind my back.
Pain, twisted agony, vision fades black.
Knees buckle, face falls foreward, meets the ground.
Head wrenched  to the side by a boot.
Ribs bruised and broken by kicks.
What did I do?  I don't deserve this.

Left on the ground, mistaken for dead.
I'm not, but I feel close to it. 
Pain is fading, warmth invading.
A field of grass lies before me.
Am I dreaming?  I must be dreaming!
What is this.  It's nice.  I enjoy it.

I walk barefoot to a brook
Dangle my feet in a pool from a log.
I'm so tired, I should lay down and sleep.
I feel as though I've walked for miles.
I cup my hands, dribble cool water  down my throat.

I'm thirsty!  Oh God, am I thirsty!
Mother!  Why have you forgotten me?
Father! You would never listen to me!
Something is wrong, my vision dims.
My eyes grow heavier for sleep.
I feel faint.  Lay down.  Lay down.

-dp-
5-3-84           

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