Cold Steel DoorsA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaAs the cold steel doors close Automatically locking behind me I stare down a gray bleak hallway through a small window on the door I enter into the depths of a living hell kicking and screaming I find myself in a padded cell My manic thoughts are racing full speed ahead The nurses rush in with a needle to subdue me I fight with all that is left in me A stinging prick I feel in my arm The tranquilizer takes effect immediately I try to get up I stagger and fall into an unwelcomed slumber Depression succumbs me I feel so violated as I awaken in this eerie place Soon they come for me Unlock the door Show me to my assigned room It's cold and gray like the hallways Not even a picture upon the walls Just a bed with bleached white sheets And a solemn chair near an encaged window To my dismay The view is the hospital parking lot I wonder how long I'll be here this time singing the pyche ward blues
© 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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8 Reviews Added on April 26, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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