This is a very special piece for me to express the emotions and situation that one can almost never delete from the brain and please do read it as it will hopefully help someone one day. It took me a lot of courage to put this together .
The Dark Room
The dark room
The clock ticked in my brain ,
I’m sure and definite each second was a minute,
Each minute was an hour ,
And each hour was a day,
And each day turned into days.
The dark room
My vision was blur,
In and out of consciousness,
The memory cannot recall anymore.
The drugs didn’t help, legal and illegal.
Mercy was all I could seek for at that very stage.
The dark room
The woman in me,
In fact the human in me died sometime amongst those moments.
Those very moments stripped my soul of life,
Raped my innocence
No light , no air, no hydration nor nutrition,
My body went into Autopilot mode,
Survival instincts kept me breathing and nurturing my body, to keep wishing for the last breathe not to be the last one.
The dark room
Faith had reached it’s toll,
No other thought crossed my central nervous system other than to beg with my voice, that was merely heard.
Or maybe it was never voiced
The dark room
The dark room became home to my soulless body, naked, cold, and bruised, for those days , hours, minutes and seconds.
My bare body was in excruciating pain, almost to the point that the fight flight reaction didn’t even kick in.
Beating after beating,
Negative words, pure evil surrounded me as I lay emotionless , dead to the world.
The dark room
With no life left in me, the Dark room killed the person I was once,
That girl is buried under the grounds of the dark room and she shall never live again.
That very day I Died
In The Dark room
A.P.
