My mind, my personality, my morals, are all different now...But not in a good way...Being in Oklahoma, being married, I feel like I am in prison...Sentenced to a life I really do not remember, and don't want to live....I have been looking through the bars, of my jail...Longing to be free...
But I have been sentenced to "brain cancer" I don't need to be placed on death row...I am already there....I wrote this poem last year...
Fugitive
I am a fugitive,
of my own mind..
Running from a crime
I did not commit
A life sentence..
I want to escape..
Run, run, run
but the hounds are getting closer..
The scent of my madness
left everywhere I touch..
Cannot hide,
cannot rest
must move forward
a step ahead, of capture..
chased by a death penalty
a judgement, never overturned...
Upheld, delivered
to the fugitive of life...
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