Straight Jacket Poem by Regan Meade

Straight Jacket



Soft walls.
Pure in color.
Feathery Softness.
Only one way in and one way out.
One person all alone.
Arms wrapped around.
They hear voices.
They have nightmares.
Locked away from the world.
Emotions left in that pure room.
So stoic and lost.
A living ice statue.
A single room to blame.
One white jacket.
One last emotion.

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Regan Meade

Regan Meade

Las Cruses, New Mexico
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