The day I turned back: a poem

I opened my eyes.

Looked left to right,

and I saw a metal table.

It was cold, but 

I had no jacket on.

There was a blue sky,

yellow grass.

The growth was patchy and 

unsure.

I began to walk around to

discover the rest of the 

room.

I walked into a gated area.

There was grass

and nothing else. 

But I saw

someone

walk behind me.

I couldn't determine 

who. 

The face, the build,

unrecognizable.

But I didn't like it.

Decided to leave.

I just wasn't comfortable.

I started running,

didn't turn back. 

I was and have 

been warned. 

Now it's time to move.