My screams are silent - Instant mad insanity -
Scattered -
Crushed -
Tainted -
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
ridged face
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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A veritable nightmare
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