AsylumA Poem by SPFThe white bleakness of the place is maddening Nothing could’ve kept this horror from happening I am a prisoner of my own mind The only asylum of its kind From this ward I will never escape Forever will my fingers, down my face, scrape Attempting to forget my loathsome being Still this blank hell is all that I’m seeing The anguish and heartbreak built up inside But still all I see is the devilish white Madness has taken its gut wrenching due I am insane but no one has a clue Screams fill the perpetual hell No one outside my mind can tell That I’m insane and trapped in an abyss My blood curling scream now a deadly hiss My crazed eyes and blood matted hair Tells Madness I have paid its fare My type of insanity is one of a kind It only exists within my mind Head banging against the floor My hysteria can progress no more I’m on my knees begging to die But time in the white room ticks by and by The white bleakness of the place is maddening Nothing could’ve kept this horror from happening I am a prisoner of my own mind The only asylum, of its kind.
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