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!