Anderson’s Ink Dropping Sweetly
By Peter Scott
The clock turns
As I learn
Time is running out
My stomach itches
With cold anticipation
Daring another start
Feet burn
I discern
My legs have given out
Eyes haze
Setting a’daze
Reminding me I cannot forget
Skin melts
Which brings me about
A place called Hell then back
Kidneys fail
God I am assailed
Brutalized by this horrid disease
Guilty in crime
It isn’t time
Not yet will I kill this dream
Embarrassed not bold
Neither gay nor sold
Drugs do not infect me
A last request
I put you to the test
Live your life without me
Drudge on without strife
See to my wife
Soon she may join regretfully
This is not a note
I care to promote
Another voice in a sea of commotion
And once I am gone
Do carry on
Peace of mind is all I’ve got.
