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I wrote this after my phsyciatric affiliation (im a nursing student). The conditions I saw at the mental hospital inspired me write about what it must have felt when you are alone and have no control of your life. I was also thinking about what it must have felt to be caught in war.

drops of water fell into the head
as the puddle seems to grip the feet.
the hands pushing the walls away
a stark terror in the heart
a stark terror in the hear

the breathing's plugged inside the lungs,
as the lips quiver in cold and fear.
the hands pushing the walls away
a dark prison of the mind
a dark prison of the mind

lock up in the dripchamber
breathing through expired lungs
screaming while no one hears it
above the din of dropping bombs.

drops of life are drained into the pipe
as the battle seeps away the strength
the hands peeling the paint away
a marked scarring of the mind
a marked scarring of the mind