Sleep

by Aaron   Aug 4, 2008


I wasn't bad.
I didn't hurt anyone.
I didn't do much wrong.
We're all human, we're all flawed, we're all imperfect.

I was sorry, I felt guilt... I was wrong.
I knew I was but there was nothing I could do now.

They said I was dangerous, a threat.
But they were wrong, I didn't do anything.
They weren't there, they don't know.

They took me away. They gave me new clothes.
This clothes are tight, they don't fit right.
They keep my arms tightly bound. I can't sit well.
They give me medicine, I'll never feel again.

It's time to go now.

I was in those clothes. I was Laying on the ground.
They came and picked me up.
They grabbed both my arms and dragged me away.

Minutes later I was on a bed.
Everything was white, everything was bright.
I saw a man wearing a mask.
I saw myself laying naked on the bed.

I look up at him and said,
"What are you doing?"

He looked back and said,
"Shh It's alright, your just taking a nap."

I was worried, frightened, and scared.
"When will I wake back up?"

That's when he said something I didn't expect.
He took a needle and pressed it against my skin.
"You wont."
He said as he injected something into me.

My arm felt cold and he smiled.
He untied the tight rubber band around my arm.

I felt the cold run up my body and into my heart.
I saw my chest and it stopped beating.
My skin turned blue, my vains purple.
The venom ran up my neck.
I soon couldn't see anything.
My head hurt.
...sleep...

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  • 16 years ago

    by Annie

    Wow, I like this poem. It's a different topic that I've never read anyone write about let alone capture it really well. I like it.