Nature's Way

Am I just a body in a bed?

These eyes they mirror the sky’s mood and shed,

Tears that fall as I peer out,

The window and scream, and beg, and shout,

For someone to come and save me from hell,

I can’t help but feel like I’m in a jail cell,

I can feel the birds food dig under my skin,

Putting pen to paper I sit and begin.

My insides hallow, devoid of hope,

Like the fallen tree down a slippery slope,

My roots exposed, beginning to rot,

The matter closed, I lay in a spot,

On the lumpy mattress on the hospital bed,

Finally thoughts are free in my head.

So I lay and watch my phone buzz and ring,

The birds on the outside, they laugh and they sing.

My tears still fall like the rain from the sky,

The note on my desk reads one word – goodbye.