Comments about Kelisha Finlay
Behind The Smiles
Lying here so still thinking I got no will,
Drip in my hand I can hardly stand,
My life waited for my death to come but this is no fun,
My loved ones around me making me slightly happy,
I won't be there for celebrations nor for my relations.
Morphine drips from a bag down a tube, inserted in my arm feeling like an ice cube,
It drags behind me, step by step, a relief of the pain and ready for the prep,
That blurs my vision which means supervision.
My frigid fingertips trace the length of the morphine tube feeling cold again. Ice cube.
That leads to where ...