Treasure Island

Sam Byron

(053191 / waterville)


Machinery surrounds my bed,
It sounds so different yet nothing is said,
Mouths are moving and no sound comes out,
I cannot hear you please help me I shout.
But my words, they are swallowed by a deafening silence,
And yet there is still no response,
Shoulders are moving up and down,
But escaping is a little sound,
Why it says did you have to go?
I shout I am not going anywhere.
But they cannot hear me now,
For I am no longer with those that I love.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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