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Mar 2010
I like being here
The nurses are nice
The Doctor comes to see me
I always have something to eat
They always look after me
If only I knew why I was here

Today, I don't know who you are
Why are they treating me like this?
I don't know what I have done
When did I come to this place?
I don't remember ever coming here
All I want to do is to go home

Who are these people visiting me?
This crying woman says she is my wife
I wonder when did I get married
And the man, crying into his hands
He tells me he is my son
Why can't I remember him being born?

I feel so trapped, alone, in my mind
I just want to be how I once was
Each day, a piece of memory dies
What have I done to deserve this?
I want to remember, I want to be me
I am locked inside, wanting to be let out
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
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Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  Hemel Hempstead
(Hemel Hempstead)   
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