Yesterday

It's my 1st year
sitting in the wheelchair
after I've survived
in a car accident,
I am sitting at the front
door
looking at people passing
by,
The trees are shaking
while I'm in this windy
situation,
Feeling like the world
is fading
so slow like the moon,
As I am stuck in this
wheelchair,
But my hair
is still black.
But it all seem like
i'm getting older
sitting down there
in the wheelchair.

My life is standing
in one place,
I feel like I'm lost in a space
like an astronaut,
For things are moving
so slow,
Everything I touch
start to fall.

I am stuck in this wheelchair
with a lost of despair,
My legs are not moving
and I feel like a patient
that is waiting for death
to slip through the I.C.U
room.
For I am drowning
in the pool of depression
and every one
is happy
and breathing,
While I'm suffocating
inside the glass of cold water.

People treat me like
a useless piece of paper,
Because I am sitting in
this chair of perseverance
for healing
will be the best success.
No one take me serious.

By Lewis DaLyricist