Years passing... Sometimes I see them and sometimes I don't. I'm haunted and yet I deny the images that haunt me. years ago it seems. They institutionalised me now I sit. The meds keep me company along with the occasionally exciting ride on the gurney. Every once in awhile I hear my roommate make a fuss. He probably hides his meds... sometimes my roomate changes... But he's still the same roommate somehow. He's crazy... But then so am I...
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