15 October 2015

Being Right is Wrong

My mind was muted
I felt so alone
Where did the voices go
I missed their constant chatter

It's the damn medication
Supposed to make my head right
It emptied me of my possessions
Locked away my personalities
My creativity
My muse

Drained of color
a black and white rainbow
Made an executive decision
something had to go

I stared at a wall
absorbed by the simplicity
tears fell freely
I don't recall feeling anything

The sound of blood falling to the floor
Slowly color became
I heard the echoes of familiarity
I welcomed Death's embrace 

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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