The colors;
black and blue are still vibrant
I feel the ground slant
and I feel the fog capture me
It whispers
to me
it wails
telling me to give in
that I'm not worth it
When I open my eyes
I see the fog has left
Perhaps for another target
I look around and see
White
White walls
White bed
White garments
White metal door
I try to think
and see my name on a board
at the edge of my mattress
Eliza Montgomery: 19 years old, Blonde hair, Brown eyes, Has been at this mental hospital for the since Jan. 13. 2012. Has had high functioning hallucinations, bipolar since May last year, recorded to have possible skitzophrenic tendencies.
Today's date: Aug. 16. 2014
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CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
YOU ARE READING
The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
