False awakeningA Poem by Bryanhospital storysI 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?
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