Fake names and hidden faces

By Amore

Sun, 05 Jun 2011
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Fake names and hidden faces
Cold glances and empty spaces
Suitcases, handcuffs and a hospital gown
Just now, my world – a ghost town

Alone in the dark my heartbeat their measure
The surgeons’ hands fumble for treasure
My mind unbalanced - anticipating the worst
Men in white coats unshackle my curse

Certificate U
Science fiction

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Quite chilling, this one Amore. Effectively written, and I especially like the 'half-rhyme' of 'worst' and 'curse' in the second stanza. Tina;-)