Hypnosis

Derren Brown

Derren Brown (Photo credit: lwpkommunikacio)

Calming voice
Heard just above the breeze
Light touch to forehead
Relaxes by degrees
Somewhere a bell is chiming
Seems so very far away
I think that I forgot my name
Somewhere along the way

Hear the clock
Hanging high upon the wall
I’m floating softly
Somewhere above it all
I think I might remember
Lost moments when I cared
But if I try to touch them
I find that they’re not there

Surrendering all
Hostage to this voice
I should still care
But it seems I have no choice
Remembering eyes
A blistering gaze on me
I really can’t care at all
I am no longer free

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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9 Responses to Hypnosis

  1. To surrender and have no freedom is a terrible thought. Bit like marriage. Sorry that’s a dark thought on a day like today. Today is Christmas I shall put aside such thoughts and keep the good ones. You see what you poems conjure up for me. Have a good one Helen.

  2. Brian Hughes says:

    That’s Derren Brown!

  3. Lucy Silver says:

    I guess there are two sides to everything… the dark and the light … the yin and the yang … I suppose hypnosis is no different … it’s much like life but there are a few that have found the light

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