Paul Smith

The Choice

I sit there in the hospital, not awake, but not asleep, in a dream, in a daze.
A policeman by side, a bed next to the nurse station, bloodied and battered.
Shock, anger, sadness, despair, shame, all going through my head at once.
How close was I to being released from this prison? But now, what now?

How did they find me? Why couldn’t they just let me go?
Everyone knows, everyone will whisper, everyone will judge.
No-one will ever understand the choice I made, nothing will ever be the

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