ShiA Poem by Paper DollA description of the room I sat in and how I felt while waiting to be admitted to the psych ward.
Stark and empty
A hospital bed and a chair are the only furniture in the room Two bright fluorescent lights shine above me An eye in the corner of the ceiling watches me The faint smell of rain lingers along with something sweet and a strange smell unfamiliar to me Blank walls stare back at me I count the dents and marks on them Then the cuts on my arms Then the bruises on my legs Time has stopped though my watch keeps ticking The room is cold My mouth is dry My mind is lost © 2011 Paper Doll |
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Added on May 28, 2011 Last Updated on May 28, 2011 |