Another Tribute
I feel a coldThe sea dragging me down
I yell for someone to throw me a lifeline
As my lifeline in the white hospital room hits zero
That one whining note fills my ears
This is a tribute
To the part of me that dies every time I think of my situation
I am in limbo between my friends
I have friends at home
But my home has moved here
My friends here want me to stay
My friends at back home want me to go back
I feel like a traitor with either option
A traveling Benedict Arnold
It has become a circus act
"Come see the man who will be your best friend
But will leave, and never be seen again"
A traveling act of misery and woe
A performance to leave the audience with a tear in their eye
But they go home all the same
And they don't read into the message I try to give them
A message in a bottle, with a label that reads
"Do Not Touch, may cause emotional attachment, and a longing to do something nice"
and we all know we're too shallow to do that
And so it gets left at sea
Yelling for a lifeline
As the lifeline in the white hospital room hits zero
That one, whining not filling non-existent ears
This is a tribute
To my soul
Poetry by Thomas Sutherland McPhee
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Written on 2008-04-25 at 20:26
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