I am disturbed
My mind is but broken
I stare at the wall
My thoughts are all frozen
Shell of the man I use to be
Lost in my brain
I'm no longer me
......
Where did I go
Who really knows
Your only talking
At my ghost
They won't let me drive
Or stay home alone
All my people
In a nurse's role
......
I long for my old life
While I just let go
No longer me
Can I borrowed a soul
......
Traveler Tim
No metaphors were used in the writing of this poem!