There I was... <br />Sitting there wondering <br />Where exactly it was <br />That I had taken <br />That wrong turn... <br /> <br />Which one of my fatal flaws <br />Had turned out to be the most fatal? ? ? <br /> <br />And... <br />It wasn't as though <br />I'd be wondering for long... <br />I knew that blood flow <br />Would soon slow... <br />That breathing would cease.. <br />And... <br />God willing... <br />Eyelids would close <br /> <br />Bladed instruments... <br />Shoved underneath <br />Your rib cage... <br />Have a tendency of producing <br />This kind of sleep! ! <br /> <br />But as I sat there... <br />Well...actually leaned there... <br />Propped against the wall <br />I had to wonder... <br />Was I really... <br />Such a bad person... <br />After all? ? <br /> <br />Dee Daffodil (HW) 19 September,2007<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-so-7/
