The Chair

I sit here day by day in this chair that is my prison,

This chair that has me locked down in place,

I look at my legs, and will them to work they way they used to,

I look at my arms, and wish for the pain to go away,

I look in the mirror, 36 is to young for all this age to show,

This chair ages me, it confines me, it is my jailer, my judge,

I sit here and I watch the neighbors run with their dogs, play with their kids,

I listen to my friends speak of their love making and their pleasure,

And as sit in my prison, my chair, This chair that holds me down in place,

I cry and wish for all I have lost, for all I can no longer do, for the love I no longer feel,

I long to able to be touched again without pain,

I scream at God to free me from this prison he has placed me in, I scream until my throat is raw,

I cry until my eyes run dry,

then.....

I sit here day by day in this chair that is my prison.

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