M's Poetry
Your Bed
*this is a poem I wrote because this weekend I found out one of my dearest friends has HIV. For some time now I have tried to get her to stop her reckless behaviors, this is really a poem of frustration, please bare with me.
How many times did I warn you?
but you smiled and said don't worry
everything is okay and under control
I tried to talk to you
subtly and aggressively, but you shot your hand up
and dismissed all my claims
you said I had it all wrong
well looks like the hen has come to roost
I never wanted it to come to this
but here we are in the waiting room
waiting for the results of your test
of the actions you took in your bed
it's too late for intervention now
the words positive slowly seep into the room
it's all a nightmare I know
but when you shoot and have unprotected sex
while do you expect a bed a roses?
I want to hold you and tell you it's gonna be alright
but it just ain't, I wanna scream obscenities at you
but I just can't....
I wish for magical words to to make it all better
but it will never be
you can't unring the bell and there is no rewind in life
just consequences that sometimes are deadly
and your bed isn't to blame
maybe we all are in some way
didn't we say enough? didn't we educate?
we did, we did! but sadly it fell on deaf ears.
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
How many times did I warn you?
but you smiled and said don't worry
everything is okay and under control
I tried to talk to you
subtly and aggressively, but you shot your hand up
and dismissed all my claims
you said I had it all wrong
well looks like the hen has come to roost
I never wanted it to come to this
but here we are in the waiting room
waiting for the results of your test
of the actions you took in your bed
it's too late for intervention now
the words positive slowly seep into the room
it's all a nightmare I know
but when you shoot and have unprotected sex
while do you expect a bed a roses?
I want to hold you and tell you it's gonna be alright
but it just ain't, I wanna scream obscenities at you
but I just can't....
I wish for magical words to to make it all better
but it will never be
you can't unring the bell and there is no rewind in life
just consequences that sometimes are deadly
and your bed isn't to blame
maybe we all are in some way
didn't we say enough? didn't we educate?
we did, we did! but sadly it fell on deaf ears.
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
