A MAD DISCOVERY ABOUT TIME
I sit alone,
And watch the days.
My only friend,
In this place,
My greatest fears,
When lights go out,
And my dreams appear.
Now in a cannon,
Nonstop.
Sometimes three in one night.
Three times the terror.
After many weeks,
I think it has been,
I finally see a calendar,
For the first time sense I have been here.
Three years now.
Sense I have arrived.
Why three years?
Why the dreams?
Is this some sick idea,
Of one’s joke?
Or is this real?
I think about it.
Everything in this place is three.
Then I notice something.
Something I have not noticed in a long time.
I hear silence.
Were did the ghost’s go?
Who hushed them?
Who silenced them?
I start to panic,
While sitting in a room,
With a different therapist.
He says that I am seeing things.
More proof of my insanity.
They should go away.
I listen to him.
And I wonder when.
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