False awakening

False awakening

A Poem by Bryan
"

hospital storys

"

I was locked up,

I had scars, the right kind of scars, the kind that get you here.

an african lady said to me

                                  "Donn f**k wid me n***a"

Well, I never!

        I scribled but could not draw,

       I drame but could not sleep.

I was high the whole time

                                 (By docs orders) 

And threw my blurred head came the words I wrote down, 

                                     "I dreamt we stood in fields of green, 

 but when I awoke, 

                                     rapped in hospitall blankets, 

                                     I swollowed my pills and waited for sleep, 

                                     I swollowed my pills and then prayed for sleep. 

                                     thanks so much, 

                                    thanks for carring, 

                                    thanks so much, 

                        this is beter than dieing."

and out side of my head, 

                      i saw a woman walking the halls on her knees, 

and I wonder when will you walk on yours? 

                                   

© 2009 Bryan


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Bryan
Bryan

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