AsylumA Poem by CajunPoetEnjoy
I watch the walls of this old place
they seem to breath as I walk past, Tattered remains of memories better left buried where they rest. Abandoned like many patients, Committed without their consent, Sitting, waiting to be condemned, This asylum has met its end. © 2014 CajunPoetReviews
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StatsAuthorCajunPoetLAAboutI write... I am just me. One day I hope to write in a capacity that's more than a hobby. I am my own biggest critic. more..Writing
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