Shut Down
Everything went black on a cold winter's day
Not a helping hand in sight
Silence deafening
Everyones weak
No sounds of machines
Not even a beep
No telephones ringing
No sounds of singing
Cries in the night, sound far away
Some closer to their grave
A gentle hand touches my face
I'm still here in a dark place
Is this infinity, or a day
Having a bad dream, during my stay.
Copyright © Susan Duplechin | Year Posted 2007
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