AsylumA Poem by Mikhail KustovA Place I loved, a place I forgot, a place I dreamt so long
ago The winds blew through, the rain beat down, the thunder
stormed, the sun hid away Among their eyes, trapped within the walls and floors Among their minds, I was but a trapped lab rat I came alone, I stayed alone, I found solace alone The winds, the rain and storm The nature looked down upon me The nature took comfort with me My mind was twisted, broken and shattered The pieces of the puzzle were spread apart Days passed, weeks and a month Would the pieces ever fit together, once more The playground was plain and bland But within my mind palace, I saw not what they saw Among the pieces of the puzzle, links formed, Rivers of imagination filled the park with all its bliss Oceans and Forests formed out of nothing Animals born from the shells of the old swing sets From the air and earth came my protectors, friends and
guardians My personalities and their creations But the doctors, the men with the needles looked upon my
creations with disgust They were tainted and unholy creations, dark magic in their
eyes It was a battle of the body and the soul and the hand of God It was a majestic fight between reality and imagination The mind and body suffered The soul repaired, and my figments came and healed my scars The hand of god left me to my own devices That was the last I ever saw of them © 2015 Mikhail Kustov |
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