AFTERTHOUGHTS

Lost in time
A fugitive from life
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

They are getting closer
Day by day
Gonna take me back
They can’t make me stay

They grab me and stuff me into a bag
They wheel me into a cold white room
A doctor comes to take me away
I try to run but I can’t move

His steely knife cuts into me
Yet I don’t feel it
Deeper and deeper he cuts into me
And I can only watch in awe

I’m stuffed in a suit three sizes too small
Then shoved into a box way too long
I can hear thumping above me
Now there is only silence
The silence of death

by Rebecca Davis






© 2004 Rebecca Davis