My Side Of The Story Poem by Timothy john Green

i screamed as they laid their hands on me
wanting to have me do the same
saw through the schemes
the torture disguised as treatment
tried to break me
I am still here and made
tried to make me dumb
a deliberate plea of innocence
came in numbers
as I thundered my name
fighting back caused
to me being floored
you have to ride the waves
get out while you can
it's not for us
this plan
in our fathers' hands we play
past erased of another day of pain. Come to God, all whom are weary and he will give you rest. one injection and out for 2 days. The dribbling. memories of love fragmented.
cemented me in a house.
my plea for freedom rejected.
until I proceed to agree.
get me out i want to be free
I want good company