Handicapped Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Do I lean too hard upon this crutch?
So dependent on it, that I'm helpless without it?
Truth be told I don't know, and won't till I let it go.
A fall of fear.
Oh dear who will catch me when I'm all alone.
Pushing buttons on the phone.
'911 what is the emergency.'
I lay on the floor bones broken and ego bruised.
'What's your name and address? '
I don't deserve a name or place I can call home.
Not after this.
'But sir, we will trace this call and find out exactly who and where you are.'
'Just hold on.'
Click, and I'm gone.