Words Trapped... Then lost.

Words Trapped... Then lost.

A Poem by 1Disawsum
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The times when your brain blocked out the worst things in your life, and you could never get the words out quick enough to find out what was happening.

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Everyone was surrounding me,
My thoughts were in a mess.
Where was I, and what did I do?

The room was all white, 
The clean smell of disinfectant.
The joy drained out of the place.

I was tied down to my bed,
For what reason, I did not know.
My hair was tied up, my neck sweltering hot.

I could not move, I lost my energy.
I could not talk, my throat was too parched.
All i could do was see, and see I did.

The bright light was glaring at me,
A message written in its soul.
Yet the contents, stuck in its hole.

Surely I was no stranger,
To this foreign room.
For I felt oddly comfortable.

A face appeared, and blocked the light.
It belonged to a boy, that much I knew.
The name of the boy, I was not familiar with.

My memory was not lost,
I still knew how to count.
My memory was still here, that much I knew.

How did I get here, what did I do?
Why was I tied down to a bed in a room?
Answers I will never know now.

Forever will the words, after all those years,
That I could not get out on time,
Be with me, locked in my already gone body.

© 2014 1Disawsum


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i think that place is an hospital....or the path to heaven i think
by the way very nice poem i like the way you depicted the words they are easy to understand very sweet keep it up :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


vaishnavi

10 Years Ago

welcome again :D
1Disawsum

10 Years Ago

aha :) funny... why minimum of 10 characters?! lol
vaishnavi

10 Years Ago

lol :)

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1Disawsum

Sydney, New South Wales, Australia



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I'm sitting here behind a screen, Writing about my past like I don't care. Like it's in the past, And I'll never go back there again. But the truth of the matter right now, Is that every secon.. more..

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