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Chain To The Wall
Chain To The Wall
I am in the dark but no one can hear me.
I'm in some strange room but I'm cuffed to the wall.
Blood runs down my wrist as it has been cut.
I was chained to the wall and my wrist has been cut.
I screamed but no one hears me.
"Please someone, anyone, help me!" I screamed.
Then I remember that someone was right there next to me asleep.
But he was not chained to the wall.
He was next to me holding me as I cried out in pain.
Tears start to flow down my face as I cried.
Then he woke up and wiped them away, he told it would be alright.
I was happy that he told me and even more happy as he unchained me from the wall.
I didn't know who chained me but I didn't care, I was with my Angel…
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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