I asked my doctors and they said
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“Please lay upon the bed,
Please and do not delay.”
But understanding was never my way,
So I stalled and curled up into a ball
And fell asleep upon the wall,
A sky blue bruise of a wall.
Nothing they had said
Could compact my universe into a ball
And make me sit upon the bed,
A bed afloat in the Milky Way
Of a dream full of waiting and delay.
"But what are we doing here? We mustn’t delay!
Push the button on the wall
To send the elevator on its way"
(You never did understand all I’ve said).
And as you laid me upon the bed,
I dropped my ball
Which rolled away to mate a new ball....
That out of the way, you had no reason to delay;
A flower of insanity, a single daisy upon the bed,
And you backed against that wall,
Waiting to have said
Your say. But this was not your way.
“No! Don’t let it get away!
My universe in a black ball
Of beautiful nothing,” I said.
This was your way, your way without delay:
Springing from the wall,
Your prey naked upon the bed,
Your prayers answered upon the bed.
Yes, indeed, this was your way.
And there against the wall
Was my universe in a ball,
All my life on delay
Waiting for a word never said:
“No!” No, it was never said, there upon the bed
But no matter, you would not delay; it was not your way.
And my ball is rolled up against the wall…
Note: A sestina is really suppose to be written in iambic pentameter, but I have strayed from the original form here.