The Dark Poet

She wakes up in a padded room in an asylum on a hill. A half a mile from civilization, spirits loom with an ominous chill. A skilled professional in a white cape, draped, over casual attire. enters the room. A well mannered man, smooth endearing, compassionate, or so he seemed to be. in this chemically induced dream. Screams, trapped in her mind. the silent kind. he leans over her mid-section it is medication time. Twisting, fighting to escape her own mind. Where is that man in the red bow tie? She lays alone, drugged, dull, a lifeless look in her eye. slightly crying. Where am I? Still fighting. Blurred vision , diminishes. she walks with a lean. Headaches, a redundant punishment. No longer looming in this dream. To be continued!!! 11/07/09 Name withheld until contest is over