Paralysed Poem by Ruth Gordon

Paralysed from the neck down
Never be able to go back to town
We are forced to breathe
Hooked up to some hideous machine

We are given no choice
The wont listen to our voice
Just because we chose to die
Doesn’t mean we can’t learn to fly

They will say
Maybe it’s just not your day
But how could you trip over that
It was just a shoe you bat

They tell us and then we feel guilt
Little do they know we’re already beginning to wilt
Is it not my fault I miss the sun
Or was it just having fun

There is nothing left to do inside
We want to die, we confide
Paralysed from the neck down
I should be 6 feet underground.