My dog had up and died.

So... I buried her outside.

Frozen was the soil.......

To dig the hole, I sure did toil.

Just days later, I broke my leg.

Same week, that came the plaque.

Now I could not walk.

And I was to angry to talk.

Not that I could, 

No one that I know would.

Stuck in a chair.

Could not drive anywhere.

Could not go to the store.

And the food was no more.

Shouting out while all alone for help.

Just then I dreamed the dog yelped.

Then I started to cry......

I forgot she did die......

Right then, my Psychiatrist called, and said I sound depressed.

Sounding depressed??? This fact I did not contest !!!

I said... I am not going to lie.

I just want to die......

And, she sent police to do a welfare check.

They were afraid I had a noose around my neck.

Well...... They said we cannot leave you alone this way.

You are coming to stay with us today.

So...... To the Psychiatric ward I go.

With my wheelchair in tow.

They do a mental exam, 

To find out "WHO" I am......

Also, a physical they do.

My lungs are sick now to......

A blood clot in my chest.

More chemicals to digest.

They let me go, "eventually".

Mentally, they changed nothing in me.

I faked a recovery...... But......

Physically, they saved my life.

I DO NOT take that in strife.

For...... I am happy to be alive now.

WHAT A TIME, HOLY COW..........

By J.D. Bardo