My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer

Madd Counsel Room 4

I have a key to my room

which feels like a jail cell

I an confined

Locked down

Because of my situation

Day to day

Waking up to pastel green walls

and a white ceiling

Closest thing to family

Sleeping adjacent in a crib my baby boy .

And oh boy !

He has no clue,

What is going on

Pressure 220/216

              218/80

              136/80

Swollen feet

36 over night pads

In less than a month

Hemorrhoids

Toilet bowl

All I see is blood

Plop! Plop! Plop!

All that drop are blood clots !

Stiff neck

Back spasms

Alcohol but where's the vicks and hourly tears are parts of my pain

I endure during this sacrifice