Asylum

just a taster of what we want...freedom from our pain

Let loose the hours in falling sand
and watch the clocks unwind,
set aflame the calendars
and free the burdened mind.

Let go the reigns and let them run
the horses all set free,
as we forget to bolt the doors
that keep your thoughts from me.

Let slip the buckles and the belts
the padding and the pain,
and leave behind the empty bars
where whine has left it's stain.

Let down your hair to hide the scars
that others may not see,
but I have veiwed you inside out
my mirror self of me.

Author's Note

Read deeper into the lines find the cracks and prise them open see as we see the world afraid and chained by our own minds and medicines, Honesty please

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

shockingly and honestly phrased...a fine line we have between sanity and madness...sometimes what we see is not what we get...but through others we believe what we hear...a passionate and expressive introspective....
Great write, Iys
allen

[VelvetRosetta]

Hmmm, I imagine someone resting on a leather chase inside an old mental ward, looking out towards themselves as images reel before them, reliving the past...a past of bonded torture, be physical or emotional, both leave scars...
I see one trying to come with grips to hold onto what little sanity is left, letting loose the reigns in order to survive.
A wonderful, painful trip, I myself have an A.k.a...Escape Sanity
I feel I need to escape sanity in order to stay as sane as possible. Not sure that makes sense but then again, we are poets!!!
Thank you for sharing this piece.

[Daytonight]

Oh to be free from pain...into much happier and enjoyable feelings. Thanks for sharing. Keep on penning.

[SinnerInspired]

Woah.... You just like f*****g blew my mind away That's how good this poem is
F*****g awesome!