| Who is this one that came in the night and robbed my mind and left it blank? I use to be so alive and free, then my mind was taken from me. Like a thief in the night it took control it stole my mind but it can't take my soul. This is a prison that you can't see. The one in my head that torments me. Locked inside this empty shell, my mind so tangled like a spiders web. Who are these people that look at me? They call me mom, how can that be? "Remember me" each one of them said? "Remember me" you tucked me in bed? "Remember me" and the prayers that we said? I want to cry and get out of here, but nothing is familiar and there's so much fear. |
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| Who is this one that strokes my hair? Who is this one that seems to care? He holds my hand and prays for me, why is he crying? Who is he? Who is this child that I see? She calls me Granny, but who is she? Oh my God, I know you can see, these caring people that seem to love me. If from this prison I can't be free, then please dear God take my life from me. Please let these people that I see suffer no more or cry for me. Let them know that with my last breath, the webs will be gone and my soul at rest. Into the arms of my Savior Sweet, there I will wait at his feet. Until I see my loved ones once more, when I meet them there at heavens door. By Elizabeth N. |
| The Stolen Mind |