A Voluntary Prisoner '01

Sometimes nothing
goes right
All it takes is a tone
A trifle confident
A trifle bold...
At the quiver
Of his lip
My heart sinks
For there is no time…
No time to run
Or to hide..
The next day
I scan the directory
For a different clinic
In a different place
But I don’t leave..
I don’t leave
For someday
He may love me for real