My screams are silent - Instant mad insanity -
Misery at it's worse,
mind open to emotional
torture, screams wailing
bringing self, and the mind to unthinkable thoughts.
Paranoid scenes, unknown people.
Unknown, unbelievable actions.
Mind searched for a way out.
Fear begins within, and I am now a hostage in this place of misery?
A room with no way out? My back is broken, a clean break, that snapped like a dry twig in the fall.
Something grips my soul
The hospital bed is spinning
Covers flying in all directions
the cup of ice water finds my
Is death cold?
I hear trombones playing soulful music in the distance,
Now it is all returning to my normal.
Have I hit my head once too often, have I seen the scattering of blood
I questioned my misery, lying there on the cold damp tile,
Have I finally gone mad?
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