Wheelchair Bound. <br />Feel like Dying. <br />Almost completely crying. <br />Trying to get out from this Designed <br />mobile prison I live. <br />An extension of me. <br />My Dead body is a drag forever and day. <br /> <br />Wheelchair Bound. <br />Taking tablets the doctors prescribed. <br />It's all suppose to help cure my pain. <br />The suffering of the illness that aches <br />inside. <br />But the medication doesn't really work as it <br />should. <br />Just to comfort my thoughts and worries <br />that creep into my mind. <br /> <br />Wheelchair Bound. <br />Creates an outrageous indifference. <br />People around ignore the person and only <br />see the chair. <br />My prisoned vehicle and me. <br />It's just my ignorance towards my position <br />in Society. <br /> <br />Wheelchair Bound. <br />Watching TV has I fall to sleep without <br />warning. <br />Is That the medication working to full <br />effect. <br />Creating my Self-centered opinion of <br />Society itself. <br /> <br />Wheelchair Bound. <br />Feeling like a Mobile Prisioner. <br />A life Sentence. <br />State the fact and live the Dream. <br />It's a never-ending extreme.<br /><br />Andrew Hinds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wheelchair-bound/
