Captive

The memory of your warm kisses embraces my fear As I lay in this huge bed, in the middle of nowhere Crashing surf calms me as I try to close my eyes to sleep But anxiety grips me, I cannot settle, my fear too deep I cannot remember why and or how I got here in this bed I hear footsteps coming closer, louder as I feel more dread My head feels fuzzy, my tongue thick, my body is sore and lame As the bedroom door opens, I hear the monster call out my name He comes to the bed, wearing a white coat, with a large syringe in his hands I cannot lift my arms or legs, I am bound to the bed, with metal bands I start to scream as he gets closer and puts the syringe into my arm He tells me I will be fine, this medication will help me and cause no harm He tells me I could have died yesterday after jumping off that cliff A local fisherman saw me jump while he was fishing from his skiff I was then rescued and brought to this private seaside sanitarium I am being treated here, due to being suicidal with some mild delirium I scream and tell him I will call the police if he doesn't let me go He tells me the police brought me here, and that is all I need to know I tell him he is lying, keeping me captive, and I need to call home He tells me my husband died yesterday as he reaches for his phone I am starting to remember that call yesterday and police coming to my door I was told the news my husband was killed in an accident as I fell to the floor I then remember walking to the edge of that cliff, feeling grief-stricken pain Now as I lay here, I wonder, will I ever leave, or will captive I remain? 10/5/19 Contest: Give Me Your Best New Poem, Contest judged 10/19/19 12/17/19 submitted to contest: 'N-A rerun 4' Contest Info sponsor: John Hamilton