DonationsA Poem by AmericanStandard
Waking in the dark and seeing numbers on the window.
Not sure where I am so I begin to panic.
I shift left and right and realize that my clothes are on the dresser.
How did they get there?
Where am I?
I look again at the window and the numbers are taunting me,
I can’t move…
I try to breathe but my body draws in nothing.
I struggle…
Thinking I’m dreaming and realizing I’m awake confuses me.
Where am I?
I pinch myself… nothing.
So am I still asleep?
The door opens and I see my brother bringing me a beer,
But it’s not him.
Who is this?
I struggle again to be released from the blankets but I am held as a prisoner.
I look at the window again and still the numbers taunt me,
Fore I have to pay the bills…
Donations?
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1 Review Added on December 22, 2008 Last Updated on December 22, 2008 AuthorAmericanStandardAustin, TXAboutThe real names Jason, I'm 28, and I live in Austin, TX. I've been writing since I was in junior high starting with short skits. Then when I went into high school I moved into the usual rebel thing a.. more..Writing
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