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Distant murmurs down the hall,
vibrating through crossbars.
The din of every day life,
now so far away from me.
Voices, scream inside my head.
I know they aren't my own.
Everything is blank and black
when I'm paralyzed.
Shrinking from shear mortal terror,
cold sweat brimming, dripping
from my bruised and etched brow,
that this wall has embraced.
Rising up dazed and disjointed
and crumpling back to the cot,
my thoughts in locked turmoil,
with pained racket swirling.
Fading into the chatter,
white noise loud enough
to swallow my conscious mind,
I get trapped in the silence.
It's like I'm watching myself
living someone else's life,
through someone else's eyes.
I've become an echo of my own voice,
falling faster than the speed of sound.
Somehow, I've let myself go;
now, we're playing a game of
Hide And Seek behind my eyes.
I hope someone will find me.
No one knows where to look for me
or that I'm missing at all.
Am I a ghost of who I am,
or a memory of who I was?
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