White

Clothed in white Not dead Not in Heaven Not even at my wedding Far from it All in white Running down the hallway Searching for the exit door Overdosed on drugs Staring at faces so unfamiliar Laughter as loud as thunder Insanity all around me Running as fast as I can Cages Locked doors Needles and insanity I’m running Lost in a labyrinth Searching for an exit door The doctors chase me down the hallway Like demons in a nightmare They all look enraged and desperate Yelling and cursing Warning and screaming I need a way out!!! An open window! A trapdoor! Anything! I need a way out!!! The drugs begin to kick in I can’t feel my tongue anymore My heart is racing…pounding…fluttering My legs betray me My sight fails me The hallway begins to morph I’m no longer…I can’t… The doctors now look like huge ugly insects I fall on the ground But it feels like a bed It’s soft I close my eyes Welcoming the soft clouds Drifting off Into my little world of beautiful insanity By Sylvia Chika [email protected] http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Instagram: @sylviachikawrites BBM Channel: C002F2845 Twitter:@sylviaoz © 2017 Sylvia Chika
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