Dutton — Then and Now

five-sixteen-thirteen

heading on two for sleepless nights

stark white walls and psychotic tasered stares

purple rose adorns her hair

asked to smile/did that go in my file?

a team awaits/i meet them all

remember no one but the fiery one with green eyes and a wicked smile

shadowed and afraid

shy and meek

a friendly face breaks in

beacons guiding/i smile wary

new faces like cannibals roar

i climb and i rise

i fall and i cry

make it to the top once more

the brightness is dimming

what is coming?

the walls are starting to decay

the freesias are gone

the smell is all wrong

acid rains from the sky

friends have changed

minds deranged

the screaming has yet to stop

the flesh flies

our blood cries

nails driven through the skull

what's wrong with us?

we've lost our touch

for being human beings

i hate us all

but i hear the call

that it will eventually

be okay

Author's Note

Written about the change in people over the course of my treatment.