Sanctuary Poem by James McLain

Turned inside out,
Everything I am, no place to hide,
To those few,
Wiith their all seeing every where eye's
O' how I long and wish for,
A circle of tree's and a path through
The thorn's,
That would lead to a bed of green leaves
A break from this life for a while
To late in life to be wise,
Their was more than two shadow figures
In and out of my room last night
Where would they lead me, what would I find
Next month,
In the hospital where for a while I will be
In a sleep
Unnatural, berift of my dream's
And when I wake up from that induced sanctuary
More tireder I'll be than before
I should have gone to the hospital fifteen years ago
With that first heart attack
But didn't
And now I am to tired at my age as
God looks
Gravely at me and I look back at him
With his two black holes for eye's
Unforgivingly.