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Mar 2014
When can I leave? Not yet.
When? When we’re sure, you won’t
Harm yourself anymore
Ceili. Harm myself? Yes,

Slit your wrists, try to hang
Yourself, take too many
Pills. An accident. Yes,
Maybe, but we need to

Be sure. Sure of what? That
You won’t do it again.
When can you be sure? That
Is up to you, Ceili.

How can I be sure? You
Will know. How will you know?
We are professionals,
We’ll know. Can you tell me

When? When what, honey? When
It’s time for me to go
And when I won’t do things
Like you said. Why don’t you

Go back to bed; you look
Tired. I can’t sleep; it’s
Those **** pills you gave me.
They’re sleeping pills, sweetie,

They ought to make you sleep.
They don’t work. Maybe you
Aren’t trying. I lost my
Baby. Yes, I know you

Did. My third. Yes, I read
That. My man beats me up.
Men can be creeps at times.
My pop did things to me.

When? When I was quite young.
Did you report it? No.
Why not? Scared. Why don’t you
Try to sleep, ceili, things

Will seem much brighter in
The morning. I hate bright
Mornings, they’re worse than nights.
God look at the ****** time.

What time is it now? Three.
That’s when my baby died.
The last one. I hate that
Hour. Do you want some

Hot chocolate? Can I
Have a cookie or two?
Sure you can. When can I
Leave? Not yet. When? When you

Stop asking when, that’s when.
POEM COMPOSED 2009.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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