The Architect

The Architect

A Poem by Chilson, Joshua

It's in dark time's,
I find myself rummaging,
burrowed in fiction,
this place,
mental.

An institution for the wicked,
filled with Gothic sculptures,
where he hangs,
the architect,
slain.

Each wall made with mirrors,
every statue speaks your name,
this is madness,
a human,
insane.


© 2011 Chilson, Joshua


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Chilson, Joshua
Spent months trying to find more to write on this, seems as though it wants to end here.

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Added on September 14, 2010
Last Updated on December 20, 2011
Tags: Dark, Mental
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Chilson, Joshua
Chilson, Joshua

Carlisle, PA



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I write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..

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