Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

December 1, 2007

Disarray

by Anonymous

Unforgotten past
Casting shadow on soul
Don’t think
Try not to feel
Numbness takes over

Blanket of darkness
Unsettling
Familiar faces fade
Panicking heart races
Identity misplaced

Conversation fills room
Head pounds searching for answers
Matching blue gowns
Cold food on plate
Get me out

Hard table
Touch of a hand
Scratching of a pen on paper
Bright light pierces eyes
Exposed

Days grow longer
Track of time lost
Broken people surround me
Hate. Lies. torture.
This can't be happening

Can’t let this define me
Keep it a secret
Don’t let anyone in
Bottled up inside
Ready to burst

Salty tears on my lips
Everyone leaves
Stay with me here
Understand me
Make me forget.

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