Voices from Hell

I woke up to find myself out of the house w/no
Shoes walking north towards I don’t know
Where – I’m NOT in the house – I’m out of
The house w/o shoes – I remember it
Being early morning – if I had to guess –
Possibly around 5:44am as the sun is about
To greet the day so I keep walking
And walking and walking and walking
Until I find myself walking along the
Ramp of a highway – I couldn’t tell
You which highway it was –
I must’ve stepped on something sharp
And unpleasant as I’ve begun to limp
Yet I kept walking – Hell is ME –
Hell is ME – Hell is ME – This Hell is ME –
I found a piece of wood to sturdy
Myself along the curvature of the highway
But I don’t stop – I relieve myself
-A line of urine trails behind me
At first it was warm but
Now it’s discomforting –
It’s getting damp and cold
Quickly sticking to my leg w/ each
Movement exaggerating my limp
Yet I dare not stop –
Hell is Me – this Hell is Me –
This Hell is Me – what compels me
Nowhere to move but Forward –
I ache yet I move Forward –
Perhaps the driver didn’t see me
As I got clipped by a car
As it drove past propelling me
Into the air landing into a ditch
I lay in a ditch wanting to but
Didn’t move – this Hell is Me –
This Hell is Me – as the foot
That was injured started
Throbbing incessantly –
Aggressively – along with the rest of ME –
This Hell of Me – this Hell of Me –
I didn’t cry for help I didn’t scream
As it thrust me into the AIR –
I knew when I landed that my
Injuries were life-threatening –
I landed flat on my back –
In the aftermath, I resign myself
To my fate to lay in this ditch –
Perfectly still making no
Attempt to move or help myself –
I never left that ditch –
Months pass –
My body is discovered –
Half of who I once was is
Gnawed away and in an increased
State of decomposition –
My face was literally trail mix –
It had become a buffet for
Deer, raccoons, possums and other
Assorted road side animals –
I don’t know why I didn’t leave
The ditch or why I started
Walking –
I don’t see the children –
My girlfriend has come to the
Morgue too identify me –
This Hell is Me –
With my face a half-chewed
Sandwich – I’m surprised
That she made an identification
Because I hadn’t any other possessions
On my person at the time –
It was the necklace that confirmed
My identity – the custom necklace
W/ my name acts as a signature –
For who I once was –