Who


First the bright lights,
head aching.
Then the worried people.

Next the guys in helmets,
lifted me off the street,
out of a pool of blood.
I couldn't tell if it was mine.

They put me into a white vehicle,
one with flashing lights.
They strapped me in.

I couldn't think of my name,
When that beautiful man asked.
I didn't know my birthday,
or the answer to any of his questions.
Not even the color of my eyes.

A siren rung my ears,
head screaming in pain.
The ride was smooth,
but wet with my tears.
What happened?
No one will tell me;
Who am I?

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