The Coward

I don’t know why

But I often hear myself say

“I want to die.”

Quickly I amend that to

“No!  I don’t want to die.

I want to live!”

Except this morning,

I thought,

“No, I really want to die,

I’m scared to live.”

   

I also call out “Daddy”

both in my sleep and waking moments.

Why?

Daddy has been dead for 66 years,

since I was 10 years old.

Have I felt abandoned for that long?

Why don’t I call “Mama”?

She was the one who rescued me.

Don’t mind me.

I am one loony-tune.

Is there a psychiatrist in the house?
Where's Karla when I need her?