Mind control

autumn

Eyelids heavy, I struggle.
My surroundings a blur.
There’s hammering in my head.
I feel a pin prick then nothing.

Colours in a kaleidoscope.
Patterns changing, pretty.
Colours fading, spinning faster.
My eyes on the ceiling fan.

I’m alone in the room.
Not a hospital room, I’m sure.
There are bars on the window.
I see the night sky, no moonbeams.

I try to move but cannot.
My hands and legs restrained.
Tugging and pulling frantically.
The straps biting into my flesh.

Panic sets in, I taste bile.
Stay calm, I tell myself.
My mind racing, nothing.
I hear footsteps, fear takes over.

The door opens, a boy walks in.
Fear slowly fades, I smile.
As he approaches I watch his eyes.
Pretty patterns changing, fear returns.

A face void of emotions.
I am drawn to his eyes.
His voice in my head.
Probing my mind, controlling.

I know I have to fight back.
His eyes keeping me prisoner.
What is he doing to my mind?
I feel a pin prick then nothing.

I am in my room, how?
Through the window the sun shines.
Like a kaleidoscope, pretty patterns.
My mind clicks, I reach for my gun.

By C.E. Pereira
(16-4-2016

Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira View All Posts