This bed is my prison; the iron cast frame is the bars
In my semi conscious state, I lie trapped here for hours
I want to be in the garden, but it is not safe for me now
I cannot leave my confinement, my body doesn’t know how
My painful bones are a punishment, alongside my aching chest
It might be will of God. Everyone thinks that he knows best
I am a man of thirty-eight, but it’s as if I am ninety-two
My body is slowly shutting down. Was this God’s plan too?
People fear the fires of hell, and take the up most care:
To study the bible day by day and the word of God they share
Perhaps I should have gone to church and worshipped him as well
I fear I have fallen too far. I am condemned to the pit of hell.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014