You knew about the damage, the doctor <br />told you, I was not comming back. <br />Yet, you had to make sure, nothing on me <br />You touched, went to another. <br />You would after retraining me, come back <br />to plug in the cord of my mind. <br />You would turn on the wide screen T.V. to <br />sit back and after the last act to flip on the <br />switch and revist the scene one more time.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/locked-in-your-room/
