The police are on their way,
Darting forward with
Bandoleers strapped in,
Guns gripped tight,
Clubs waiting to be swung.
They're here to remind me
That visitation hours are over,
And parole lies on
The other side.
So I stood in my pajamas,
Soaking in as much
Sunlight as I could.
Five minutes later they barged in, Shattering glass,
Scattering my belongings,
Ripping me away from my
Family, and
Everything I love.
The last thing I saw in my house
Were the remnants of
Hope, in a blazing groove
Leading up to the front door.
If only I stayed in the box,
Perhaps they wouldn't beat me
So ruthlessly.
If only I had heeded the shadowy guard
Standing in the corner of the party.
When he gestured towards his watch,
I shouldn't have hesitated.
Perhaps I wouldn't be reminded of
What I've lost.
But I'm here again.
This time, I've got a placebo
Injected in my arm.
And I feel great.
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Today Wasn't The Best
Poetry"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you." -Joseph Heller
