The Mental Patient

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In a room of silence, she will wait,
With feelings surrounding her with hate,
Her voice a mere cloud in a field of light,
Her whisper not reaching anyone in sight,
A pencil lays dormant on her bed,
She tries to remember what they had said,
The look of violence has left her eyes,
Until she has surrounded herself with lies,
Reaching for the cordless phone,
Forgetting about her life alone,
She dials the number of her past,
Praying her imprisonment were not made to last.





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