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Cold Steel Doors

Cold Steel Doors

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

As 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 Krempa


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Wow. This was so sad. I felt the emotion and saddness in this. I would love to know more about this, Deb. Thanks for entering my contest.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This shows your fear and hopelessness. I think there should be better care of people in mental hospitals.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Deb, this is powerfully written and expressed with clarity and emotion that
grab hold of the readers thoughts, the meaning has a way of creating an emotional
impression that swept me away with intensity, wow, riveting in detail.

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


Posted 16 Years Ago


Oh damn. I know this poem intimately. I didnt write it, and I have never read it before but I know depression through Panic Disorder. My friend, this was a strong write, filled with the confusions that only one suffering from these diseases can possibly know.

xoxo

Posted 16 Years Ago


So bleak....well written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I have never had to face this being locked up by authorities or because of illness,,just in a closet bleeding when I almost lost my life from spouse abuse..Time passesa nd with God recovery is possible trusr Him..lol..God bless..valentine

Posted 16 Years Ago


Debileah, this is heartbreaking. Excellently written, but simply heartbreaking.

Posted 16 Years Ago


A true glimpse into a moment of dark despair.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on April 26, 2008

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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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I 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..

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