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I hear their footsteps outside the door A locksmith, five in blue, four of us
They shout, loudly, I cant take anymore Beaten in number, sanity and force
‘It's the police, we have a warrant’ Atmosphere awkward; breathing tense
My bodies numb; thoughts incoherent We are here for their best interest?
I panic; they want to take me away We wait behind the door patient, poised
Are they deaf? they hear NOTHING I say emotion clouded by background noise
Cursing, shouting, I scream unclearly! all sounds drown out my inside thoughts
Holding the door- I cling to life dearly Shouts resonate: “Stop I cant take anymore”
“**** Off this is my house, my front door” The door is broken, they run inside
Within a second I am thrown to the floor They launch, pin, pull them outside
They bind me in cuffs; I am pinned to the ground The assessment is brief but this they find
I shout loudly, drowning out background sound No one's safe, in this state of mind
Forced out the door, I try to kick out Relentless, screams spread so paranoid
They tie my legs; I scream loudly, swear, shout Attempting to avoid the inevitable:
Tearing me away from my home, my freedom An admission,
There it awaits; I have lost; I am beaten… But in this mental state theres no joint decision
Strangers stare, confused, full of fear
Blue lights, sirens pierce both ears
It speeds, steady, loud down the street,
I stop, breathe, he is safe
Relief.
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