Poem: Nothing but Facts

By April

I woke up to nothing

Nothing but facts.

That’s all I could remember.

It was like my mind was a canvas painted in math equations.

There was no feeling to it

No memories

Just facts

Fact: 5 times 5 is 25.

Fact: Frogs are amphibians.

Fact: Reptiles can’t run and breathe at the same time.

Fact: I’m laying on a hospital bed.

Fact: The person in the white coat over there is a doctor.

Fact: My body is full of bruises and cuts.

Fact: I don’t know who I am.

Fact: The doctor says I’ve lost my memory.

Opinion: The doctor thinks I may have committed memory suicide- put a gun up to my memories and said sayonara. 

Fact: My memories are dead.

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