by Tiffany Harju
I am in a big white room, so clinical and sterile My heart pounds, My sanity is in peril.
The walls they do talk just like they say
In fact I heard them talking today.
Secrets they whisper of things could they be true? If only I knew. .
But the walls knew they knew what they were going to do.
The walls they move as if they are breathing Suddenly I feel my whole body seizing.
"The spike you will get right in the eye, oh but don't worry you won't die
Your life now that is another matter Your mind will be gone and your poor heart will shatter".
Here time is just a word.
How I count time is by the song of the bird. Cuckoo it calls, I feel, out to me
mocking me oh so deliberately.