Tag Archives: Why Bother

You Care?

 My selfish heart cries out to be heard
Caught in this cage like a trapped bird
Screaming aloud never to be heard
Too much to handle with spittle that slurred

You pack me off to the safe haven
Black circling birds looking like ravens
The asylum looks almost graven
Bugs you hear head needs to be shaven

Weekend morns are the visiting days
None show by noon we’re pushed away
Not to disturb the guests that pay
No one cares or reading any way..

© 2011 Michael Yost