My Escape Route
I am on an Isolated Airline flight, 747
sitting in first class
with my carry-on bag
Looking out the window
Viewing the horizon
Seeing patches of clouds
In the blue sky
I am on my way to a town called Insanity
To fill my brain with peaceful thoughts
So I won’t go insane
Police can’t haul me to the Garden pavilion
Too bad I’m not at ease
Insanity wraps me in its clutch
Dark clouds of stress overwhelm
Negative energy infects my being
A man with a badge approaches with a word
The Marshal grabbed and positioned me on the floor
Cold rustic steel cuffs clasp around my wrists
My mind is intertwined and lost
everything is unreasonable
To the garden pavilion, I go
A woman in blue drags me to an isolated room
I’m free at last but still, a white lockable Jacket holds me
I am so sedated all I see are clouds above me
hearing voices inside my head
Feeling bugs crawling inside me
Seeing cows up in the blue sky
jumping over green orange yellow thunderbolt clouds
I don’t know where I am
I am so delusional
Somebody is watching me
Oh please anyone help me!!
I think I’m going schizo
I need to ingest a bottle of tranquilizers
So I can leave this world
Copyright © Vanessa Bell | Year Posted 2024
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