Waited impatient,
the train never entering the station,
just hours of waiting rooms.
Consultations of impending doom.
Hooked up on God knows what.
A mind fluttering through unconscious thought.
Lost in the in-between,
where real life meets vivid dreams,
where tortured screams stutter in your throat
and no-one knows the antidote
to the demons that infest your mind.
A hive of vicious voices,
worst you'll ever find.
Waiting inpatient
for someone to survey the situation.
To give some clarity
to the visions that you see.
Whilst the crawling, deathlike fingers
keep tugging at your arms.
The feel of hopelessness lingers
as you listen to the machine
and it's endless alarms.
Waiting for release
something, anything please.
I've been stuck in this hellish cell,
inside my head where monsters dwell.
For far too long,
too many years floating along
And now the bed has become my tomb.
Until the day the doctor comes
and frees me from my room.
Thanks for reading
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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