Broken dreams
from a lonely rusty bed.
Broken thoughts
from a confused empty head.
No fantsy, about finding
that bright warm room.
No reality,
a mother and the
safety of her womb.
Miracles ...
to have died four times
that’s the truth.
To have lived five times
has to be proof.
Tears from a dead man
you should not have seen
But a boy that has lived
and is happy to have been.