I heard the angles calling,
I drowned the voices in a
slurry of precaution and shame.
No more worries, the doctor's
got the cure just drink it
up there's no hurry.
I suffered for their treatments
and child abuse.
Still, the shadows danced
across the wall my mind was
drunk off anxiety and
depression.
My dreams were reality but my
waking hours were all a dream.
Delusions and fantasy all
the same, until the fog lifted
me from the dream.
A little birdie brought me
clear skies and a deep simulator
that opened my eyes.
Now I live in the light,
six wire's are planted inside
my brain sending signals so
I can control my twitching
and contorted frame.
I am a bionic woman, living
no dream just reality.
©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 12:16 AM UTC
I heard the angles calling,
I drowned the voices in a
slurry of precaution and shame.
No more worries, the doctor's
got the cure just drink it
up there's no hurry.
I suffered for their treatments
and child abuse.
Still, the shadows danced
across the wall my mind was
drunk off anxiety and
depression.
My dreams were reality but my
waking hours were all a dream.
Delusions and fantasy all
the same, until the fog lifted
me from the dream.
A little birdie brought me
clear skies and a deep simulator
that opened my eyes.
Now I live in the light,
six wire's are planted inside
my brain sending signals so
I can control my twitching
and contorted frame.
I am a bionic woman, living
no dream just reality.
©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
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