When or where does the end for me begin ?
I am only a skeleton held together by skin.

I look like an injured abandoned bird,
I am not able to utter a word.

I cannot move or turn,
Its like being trapped in my own urn.

Imprisonment of the worst kind,
Forcing me to go out of my mind.

But I hear I am doing well …
While I feel like being chained in hell.

I cannot reach or ask,
Or do any simple task.

I choke on a sip of fluid,
Hoping I won’t do it.

My reflexes keep me in a stupor of agony,
Hoping someone someday will show sympathy.

It is nothing new,
For me to cough till I turn blue.

My cause of death,
Will probably read ” choked to death”

I am alone most of the day and night,
I beg my loved ones to do what is right.

I have been in bed for the last four years,
Have you not noticed my tears.?

The Dr. says I am comfortable …
But that word for me is unimaginable.

Maybe they keep me for monetary gain,
No matter how I suffer in pain.

My eyes….look at my eyes. ….They scream….and beg …can’t you see ….
“This is not the way I want you to take care of me”

They pray … Please people be kind and nice,
Allow my soul to rise.

Everyone after birth,
Is allowed at one time to leave this earth.

I know it is Gods will
That “Thou shall not kill”

For such a heinous task,
I would not ask.

But it is a crime to prevent and keep,
Me from my sleep.

I am not asking you to kill,
But I should be allowed a sleeping pill.

It is not right ,
To keep me awake most of the day and night.

So let me rest and be at ease,
When the Lord calls me…to rest in peace.

It has been four years ….four agonizing years …
Suffering quietly while filling buckets with tears

I wonder why,
I am fed just enough….not to die.

The person that withholds me from being at rest,
Deserves to be imprisoned in my body for a four year test.

And I wonder why they keep,
Me from being asleep.

I have been a devout catholic and wise,
I too deserve to close my eyes.

It was not my will,
To create a an astronomical bill.

I did my best
Allow me to rest.

It is my unspoken will,
To sleep, I need a pill.

I am tired,
totally wired.

My heart is trapped in my skeleton held together by my skin,
I look emaciated and thin.

I feel I am being abused,
My body hurts and is bruised.

There is much to gain ,
Keeping souls like me alive that cannot complain.

There is more to life then taking a breath,
I hope you understand what I said.

So allow me to sleep, for God’s sake..
Do not force me to stay awake.

Allow me to rest before I go away,
And look forward to meet you again some day.