With the same flannel sheets,
And Rudolph pillow cases,
Right before the eyes
Of a thousand men
Who couldn't lift a finger to help.
I wasted away,
Til one kind soul
Took the trouble to bury me breathing.
He didn't dare put me out of my misery,
So he just put me into my Self.
And face to face in a mirrored coffin,
With myself for eternity,
I realized the torture I'd imposed on others
Who'd been stuck spending time with me.
But little by little,
I understood,
Til I came to myself with glee,
And was thankful for those
Who could bear myself,
And that included me.
-jenn long
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