Four Wall Warning Poem by Jess Patterson

Last call.
Talking seemed so easy when
there was a reason to make a sound.
But with my feet stolen from under me
will I scream when i hit the ground?
The walls stand stark and still
trapping and holding me in
wandering the halls hearing you
medicine makes the head spin.
Sleeping became more common
when the T-PM was a must
but the nightmares still appear
and grip in their deadly lust.
The bed is flat and hard
keeping bodies railed down
searching for the remedy
to turn their futures around.
Wanting is less adaptable
in a place where lonliness feeds
when one heart begs for another
the only option is to leave.
But the superiority keeps us down
sanity is clearly on the line
when psychiatrists pretend to listen
and patients are taught to lie.
To keep my heart in tact
the pieces shattered with the needle
the words of abandonment ring clear
delivering a nurse to handle.
Memories of broken dreams
two faces make their limelight show
scapels and blades do their job
to give this girl another go.
Could this go the way it was planned?
somehow turned horrible wrong
removing the organ could lead to death
fatality could stealth right along.
Pierced and fixed I lay
stitches run through my chest
the painful organ is missing
leaving- the doctor insisted was best
Smiling: death raps at the windowpane
frantically I try to stall
the speakers click with an angry crackle...
Last Call.