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
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