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Ten minute poem

Posted by Phil on October 18, 2013, at 9:21:49

The room stands still
I'm not falling
I didn't know
It could rain so much

And your promises
Are meaningless to me.

And the room stands still

In the coming winter
It really doesn't matter
I put on
My coat and hat

And walk down a side street
No light to guide me
And they walk towards me
Maybe they will hurt me

But I walk right through them
It's just another vision
My life of indecision
A mind in division

I wake up on the floor

There's blood everywhere
But I'm not bleeding
And where it came from
Is just another vision

And the room stands still.

I see my doctor
Phil, how are you doing
Oh, great, you know, good
I mean, the drugs are really working

I touch his arm when leaving
To see if he's really there.

The room stands still.

 

Re: Ten minute poem » Phil

Posted by Partlycloudy on October 18, 2013, at 12:28:25

In reply to Ten minute poem, posted by Phil on October 18, 2013, at 9:21:49

I feel like that.
No drug can help with this, I think. Just riding the wave, and trying not to drown.

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