Poem The man in the scen
A young man wakes up screaming in pain, screaming for help.
I could feel his pain, he woke me up as I was standing in the room next to him.
It was all made up, it was a scen, one only. His screaming and the womans face, Melindas.
That made it even more bizzar. Why that scen, why only that one?
What was I suppose to see or understand from it?
Everything was off, the tv, the computer, elecricity, even all the candels where out when I went to bed. Still I wake up in the middle of the night, beliveing it was morning because the tv was on, neighbors slaming doors and the coffecup stood ready on the bed table next to me. But it wasn't, none of it was true.
Not even the scene.
