Cost of Life


by Phil Wichers (17)

Binded and chained, I lay on a bed,
Unknown advice from voices in my head.
Stomach turning and rage boiling strong,
Remembering years but it doesn't seem that long.
Tiles on the ceiling and tiles on the floor,
Padding on the walls and padding on the door.
Flesh torn and broken, memories old and faded.
My body is tortured and my thoughts are shaded.
Mind is a whirlwind of all that's unreasonable.
The life I once lived is all but conceivable.
Cowering from shadows I see in the dark,
Screaming and howling my voice is a bark.
They watch from the window, the men in white.
Watching my torment and my inner fight.
Nothing is done to stop my pain,
Yet all of these people think I am insane.
Clipboards in hand, recording my cries.
Wild and crazy I stare into their eyes.
There is no emotion from the watchers,
No sign of sympathy, from the wannabe doctors.
I plead with them to end it all,
But afraid they observe from the hall.
My head spins and the room goes black.
Finally I feel the end of the attack.
The voices all cease and the shadows fade out.
I know it's the end there isn't a doubt.
My body goes tense and my jaw gets tight.
Blood in my mouth from the tongue that I bite.
Eyes roll back and fingernails cut deep.
Once and for all I find peace in my sleep.
Body goes limp and mind goes blank.
The needles? The doctors? or our God? I must thank.
The madness is gone and the whiteness comes bright,
Through the ceiling, and the clouds and into the light.
Finally my sanity I find what I had lost.
My drunken drive home had an expensive cost.
For my family I lost, a wife and a daughter.
Not to mention my pain from the terrible slaughter.
I regret my mistake and paid the the price,
Not paying attention to anyones advice.
But paid for my error and some after that.
I stand with them again on gods welcome mat.
You've heard it before and you'll hear it some more,
To take someone's life is a adventure not to explore.
When you drink and drive you risk the same fate as mine.
So when your feeling tipsy and you can't walk to the line,
Turn over your keys and slide over to the passenger side.
Refuse a terrible future and have a safe pleasant ride.

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