She thought it best, my mum,
For all concerned, and she should know,
For she had suffered more than most.
To hell and back she lumbered on
Committed to an endless cause,
With little help and no reward.
Perhaps it was a causeless end
Instead.

When the night arrived
And I was lost
In mind and body and soul,
As they dragged me off I didn't kick
Too tired and dazed to understand
The walls I faced from there on in;
Injections daily,
Stifled dreams
Meticulously transcribed -
As if they would have helped
If I hadn't had visitation
Rites of passage
Checking up
On broken little things, like me.

The papers signed
That took my life
For I could not believe
In a life where all existence
Was sucked through a baby's beaker
And the stodge they served
Could well have been
Packed full of all the nutrients
But choice and freedom were denied me
Drugs and beatings were supplied me
Until the night my strength belied my
Wasted body and I glided
Effortlessly past the guards
I leapt the fence
Then across the yard
I sprinted like I'd never done
Before
The road I hadn't known was there
The foghorn, screech and lightning glare
The impact that I'd never feel
The mess upon the road
That had become my life
And the tears my mother cried
Until her dying day.