A Poem ... Another Meeting

Another Meeting
 
Meetings, boredom, fatigue and grief
They talk so much it's beyond belief

I wonder why I am here at all
I sit and stare at the barren wall

I listen but I don't hear a sound
I stare at the crack that's on the ground

I am the man who has no voice
I am here, but not by choice

I scream at the voices in my head
I wish I was asleep, or even dead

To be free again, all it takes
Is a dirty needle and some shakes

Oh help me, help me please
I am begging you on my knees

The meeting's over, I see the sun
Let's do it again, it was so much fun