Amy's Lament
i think about him
far too much.
that man
who spoke to me in my dreams and memories,
who left me breathless,
who gave me hope,
who may never have even existed,
but i know he did.
they labeled me crazy
they labeled me insane
they labled me
they
labled
me.
i saw him,
i know i did,
they are the crazy ones
for judging me on something - someone - they never saw.
they are insane
i am not
and never was
yet my life has turned upside down
as i am placed in a cold room
with white walls
and cushioned floors
comfortable
but without life.
the people with blue clothes
and perfect smiles
say they're going to fix me
but they can't
because i am not broken
my parents used to say
life will get better
with time
but for me it doesn't feel like that
it seems like a long, narrow, dark tunnel
with a tiny little light that i keep running after
but as it turns out
the light is a
train
it's
heading a thousand miles per hour
only to slam into me
leaving me
lifeless
cold
and
dead.
and i can hear the man
who left me breathless,
shouting, "Geronimo!"
as everything fades to
black.