Pain—
A bright snap on a sunny day;
It doesn"t last long.
Sickness—
As I"m moved somewhere I"ve never been
And say goodbye to home.
Gone is the lonely wind, whipping through yellow hair
Gone is the green grass tickling my legs
And with them, gone is my freedom and my life.
Now I reside here but shortly
Up to my neck in chlorinated water
Dying in an artificial sun.
My color fades
My strength recedes
My posture wilts and droops.
Trying to preserve my ephemeral beauty
You inadvertently commit murder
And as I lay dying, I wonder
Was it worth it?
