PoetGirl18
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This is a poem I wrote, because it expresses the way I feel when I don't want to deal with CF anymore, it also expresses how I feel when I go into the hospital:
Trapped: A Slient Killer
There is a place where you go when your sick
A place that may help you
Or.....
A place that may over medcate and kill you
But as I go into this place
I feel disgusted, uncomfortable and most of all....
Trapped
As I walk into the room, The first thing I see is a window that can't be opened
The second thing I notice is the one bathroom that you may have to share
A tv to keep you out of the doctors hair
And a phone so you won't feel so much alone
But I still feel....
Trapped
As I lay awake in the bed and fell the medcation drip into my veins
I watch the hours of the day pass away
And as the medcation drips faster into my veins I ask God to set me free
And in time God answered my prayer
I felt my heart start to slow
Felt my blood turn cold
And I felt my eyes become heavy as stone
I knew then that God wanted me home
And never to feel.......
Trapped Again
By: Leslie
Trapped: A Slient Killer
There is a place where you go when your sick
A place that may help you
Or.....
A place that may over medcate and kill you
But as I go into this place
I feel disgusted, uncomfortable and most of all....
Trapped
As I walk into the room, The first thing I see is a window that can't be opened
The second thing I notice is the one bathroom that you may have to share
A tv to keep you out of the doctors hair
And a phone so you won't feel so much alone
But I still feel....
Trapped
As I lay awake in the bed and fell the medcation drip into my veins
I watch the hours of the day pass away
And as the medcation drips faster into my veins I ask God to set me free
And in time God answered my prayer
I felt my heart start to slow
Felt my blood turn cold
And I felt my eyes become heavy as stone
I knew then that God wanted me home
And never to feel.......
Trapped Again
By: Leslie