The Terror in a Jacket

A movie based poem.

Screaming in agony inside my mind, 

I struggle against the strong grips on my arms

Wondering what the f**k is going on as I can feel

My heart wanting to tear out of my chest.

Suddenly, my whole body is cased up and tightened up well, 

The leather buckles standing out on guard duty around my body, 

As thought I would crawl out of my skin and run away

From the hospital, which is an idea that doesn't sound too bad.

Then the darkness fills my eyes up, my fears increasing

As I panic, tremble, and scream in injustice. 

What's happening to me? 

What's going on? 

I don't belong there. 

HELP ME. 

It doesn't dies down

Until I see a glimpse of something;

My childhood and my whole life. 

It doesn't shock my me until

I see something that's not supposed 

To be there, something new and out of place. 

A woman that I don't recognize fills my mind's eye

And I'm standing in the cold, the frost biting

My very flesh. I'm standing there, feeling out

Of body and out of place, not realizing that it must

Of been a dream until I snap back into reality. 

But it felt so real, so true to the smells and touch 

Of my normal human senses. 

So why I was in a world that seemed normal,

Yet felt out of place in my own mind? 

Am I really crazy or is it just the drugs?  

Author's Note

This poem is from Jack Spark's point of view,
the main character in The Jacket. It's just how
he feels while he's in the straightjacket filled up with drugs for the first time.

You'd have to see the movie to understand what I'm talking about.

It's been a while since I've really written anything,so I hope this isn't too bad.