The sun came too late, <br />The moon came too soon, <br />This is where I will spend my life, <br />Locked inside this white room, <br />No illness is too deadly, <br />No sickness is too slim, <br />The gentle part of my heart I must slowly trim, <br />Strapped arms sting, <br />My meds they rush to bring, <br />My ears loudly ring, <br />I never saw myself this way, <br />God my mind oh has it betrayed, <br />Though my body is trapped here forever, <br />To be cured I will never, <br /> <br />COPYRIGHT 2008 BEN SPARACO POEMS<br /><br />Ben Sparaco<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meds/
