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Selective Memory

Contributed by theurbanpoet on Tuesday, 13th October 2009 @ 06:04:14 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy



Why am I here in this padded room?
the brightest of whites but full of gloom,

I have a family and friends I couldn't ask for more,
Yet I'm being held captive in a room measuring 4x4,

I scream and cry for my little boy,
These teary eyes he once filled with joy,

There has been a mistake I have to be set free!
My darling wife and son are waiting for me,

The door opens but a needle is shoved in my arm,
They say its for my own good, to save me from harm,

The pupils hit the back of my head as the nurses slam shut the door,
I awake with a bloody knife with my wife and son on the floor.




Copyright © theurbanpoet ... [ 2009-10-13 06:04:14]
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Re: Selective Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 13th October 2009 @ 08:41:23 PM AEST
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Damn frightening and damn good.

Thank you for a most enjoyable read!

Take care,

Tim

cool dude


Re: Selective Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 14th October 2009 @ 06:51:39 AM AEST
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It had a nice flow to it and a dramatic plot. Good work!

-Phil


Re: Selective Memory (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Saturday, 6th February 2010 @ 01:03:25 PM AEST
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made me shiver like hell, very well written.

Take care
Fuzzy




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