The abductee begins to wake.

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This is from a poem I wrote May 1996.

I don't remember how I came to be here
and for a long time,I don't think I even questioned how.
I just was,life,just is.
and I was happy...I guess...

All those around me were the same
They were happy,they didn't question...I guess...

The coding lasted for thirty years or so.
Held completely,then there was the odd mental flash
a feeling,an out of placeness
a strangeness to all the old familiaritys
and the slowly,but surely,the coding collapsed...

Fading ina and out,momments of trapped panic
as I realised,they,had taken me
and brought me here
Thousands of light years from my home.
Then there were momments of unbelievable peace
when I knew that somehow,I was no prisoner
that somewhere within me,I had the power
to escape anytime I chose...

I often looed into the strange sky and whispered :
"Take me home"
I never knew if I was really serious...

To think...
Millions of us,for what?...
Experimentation,study,relocation?
some kind of rescue?
or just playthings,pets?...

I suppose in time I'll learn to forget
to forget...
Forget.
My strange new world
My new world
my world.
My home from home
Home from home.
Home.