♡ Evening Poetry ♡

Panic

Wailing sirens, flashing lights, alarm bells ringing,

The pounding of feet, running, puffing, out of breath.

Turning the corners of this maze, the dull grey building,

Lab coats, clipboards, bottles of pills in boxes of nightmares.

Testing rooms filled with tubes, syringes, sedatives, chemicals and doctors,

Screaming and shouting coming from other test subjects, their desperate cries.

Taken away from our families, our homes, our loved ones, our happiness,

Instead replaced with small cages, minimal food and inhumane conditions.

I saw a test subject strapped to a table in a room a passed by,

She was crying, begging for her family or someone to save her.

The exit is not so far away, the building is small but like a maze,

Past the "doctors" office filled with our files, names, birthdays, everything about us.

Still, the water was falling from the emergency sprinklers "accidentally" turned on,

It was an accident, just a way to distract people long enough to escape to the open fields.

Open the front door and see light, so so so so much beautiful natural light,

The open plains of bright green grass going on for miles and miles...

And I run, I run faster than I ever have before, just to get away from that hellhole,

In there was the stuff of nightmares, a place where happiness comes to die.

A/N: That was a wild poem, it's not really based on anything so please don't get the wrong idea...