Hallucinations from the sleepy widow

laying here with half my leg blown off
do i move or do i say still and wait for death?
why am i thinking this
why am asking questions while almost to death
well this is my reality
im laying here
do i move
this is what i get for living alone
robbers are crazy now
my last words are intimate
i get up off the ground and realize
its just a scratch and the bullet
is over farther shot through my green cabinet
in my mind i was dead for sure
taking a breath
calm down
and fix what was broken
this is my memory
this is my dream
not sleeping in six days is scar
Hallucinations  creep up on me
now i fear the dark
something always cuts me
my leg has healed
cabinet is fixed
now lay on my couch
and try to sleep