Free Poetry Contest
Strange Brew \
I lived my life in pale white rooms
Where whispers echo on forever
In corridors that linger on
Like memories of the old days
When I was free to roam the earth.
They fed me pills all day and night
Then sent me off inside a haze
A haze that cradled me as I
Fell underneath my spell.
I felt them clawing at my ears
At midnight the room begins to shake
I feel their voices tugging me,
Pulling me out of bed.
I crawl out of the pale white sheets
And search the room for someone there
But I find nothing, Just old dust
That sticks to the soles of my feet.
So I open the door of my room
And make my way through the white hall
The never found my body,
But the patients hear my soul.
© By seworks On 1/23/2009 12:00:51 PM
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