Brain Injuries Cutting Away What Is You Poem by James McLain

The past was like falling asleep..
The awakening was a never ending
night of terror...
The pain in the ocean of piano keys
is a scale never in tune..........
The knowing of never knowing how
makes you leap into a place of no past
present or future....limbless I wait...
The numbness of eating one spoon
of my mind
at a time never getting full never running
out of grey........
brings some joy...I cannot remember your name
or your face are you sure
it is not a mistake at the door of no knocks.
Roofs with no air lined scarred holed to many
found exits exist......Awake
I lay watching as I must I am told, While another slice
of the pie which is I grows cold....................................