The flies roam around, lazy.
The smell of sweat, makes him hazy.
The grey walls with brown stains.
Reminds him of agony and pain.
He's waiting,
Waiting for what,
He does not know.
He never experienced time run so slow,
He's running,
He's sweating,
He's stumbling,
He's swearing.
He's thinking of all the years to come,
All the obstacles he has to overcome.
He heard the door opening, a young nurse.
With a slight smile,
Worn out like she ran a mile.
She opens her mouth,
His fingers curl,
As she whispers,
"It's a girl"
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
