Chris

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= = = = == = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =**Mind's Eye**= by Chris L.

The nurse walked quickly into the room **1** Dashing by the bust of Hume She held a clipboard in her hands Its statistics hard to understand

“Doctor, we have a situation” **5** She said as she reached the psychologists station. “A man appeared in the lobby last night. Who seems he’s experienced an awful fright.”

“He won’t speak to anyone, he’s a sight to see He mumbles and shakes and doesn’t have an I.D. **10** He won’t let us touch him, so I went to find you Arthur, I just don’t know whatever to do.”

“How are his vitals?” he asked, quite formal. “That’s the strange part, they’re perfectly normal.” “Well Gwen,” he said with a smile, “Where is he?” **15** “The guards put him in observation room 3.”

“Hey there buddy, how are you doing today? You seem kind of scared, are you feeling okay?” The man didn’t answer, just quaked and stared. Arthur made a note that said “mentally impaired.” **20**

“Friend, can you tell me what happened last night; Why you’re here and maybe we can solve your plight.” The man looked over and saw that he spoke sincerely He began to tell his story surprisingly clearly.

“I was a normal man, working frenetically **25** It was the end of the day, I was tired, actually. When a strange noise echoed from the sky I passed out instantly and in my mind’s eye

I saw a man, no, a being, if that; That told me quite calmly he wanted to chat **30** I was frightened and scared, but finally agreed. He somehow made me feel safe, you see.

He calmed me down and took me to a space Which I instantly knew was a magical place He told me that they had been watching me **35** And the creators were pleased at what they had seen

I had been chosen, since the day of my birth To carry out a task and save the earth To deliver a message for those who will listen And those who will not, would perish in my mission **40**

I was the Chosen One, the savior of man It was my destiny to pacify the land I woke up in the street, a cold sweat on my brow I had to start my job, but had no idea how.

I was scared and confused, tried to ask where I was **45** But I could only talk if I spoke of my cause Everything else was complete nonsense I was cold and alone, all my joints were tense

<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">I came to your dwelling, for I knew here I’d find Someone to listen and be overly kind **50** Someone who’d believe me and the gravity of my quest.” The doctor smiled. “I believe you, my friend, now just rest.”

<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">He laid the strange man back on his bed His eyes closed the minute he rested his head He walked out the room to where Gwen had waited. **55** Thinking of the man who’s mind was desecrated

<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">Arthur came in and put his head in his hands. “<span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;">I’ve never seen anything like this man.” He sighed. “Let him rest peacefully for today. But tomorrow have him locked up right away.” **60**

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**Links for Further Study**
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[|Dementia and Schizophrenia - Messiah Complex]


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