Poetry of Issue #7        Page 7

AMNESIA

I awoke at 3 AM
from a bad dream.
I was a prisoner in a mental hospital.
I could go from floor to floor,
but could not escape.

When I awoke
I was in a state of amnesia.
My mind would barely function.
I knew I was in my bedroom,
but little more than this.
I felt my way around the room
in the dark.

I knew my name,
but not who I was.
I could remember things,
but not what they meant.
I thought for sure
I was losing my mind.

Nothing had any meaning for me.
I thought that if I called someone
and heard a familiar voice
I would remember who I was.
But it was the middle of the night.
And there was no one I could call.