Road Map
If this sickness should take me.
To a place that is not defined.
Just know I didn’t go willingly.
I gave it a try.
A voice told me to go.
Planned it, until I cried.
Meticulous and lively.
Until I decide to die.
I told him no.
There’s no place like home.
Writhing and complacent.
I almost said good bye.















