Walls

Written from the perspective of someone that has been placed in an asylum.

When will they allow me to leave?

when will I get back my things?

Crisp-cut soft white walls

voices with tender sly drawls

 

I sometimes see what's not there

I hear noises coming from everywhere

I hear dew drops stain roses

I hear the scream of a door as it closes

locking within this so-called protection

creating some artificial depression

 

when night rolls around they turn out the lights

my god, that's when the room's filled with frights

The banging of chains against walls fill my ears

remnants of a childhood that create all these fears

 

But then daylight returns it's hopeful silence

But God I still remember all of that violence

It makes me think about what wanders these halls

It makes me absently stare at the walls

Author's Note

Written from the perspective of someone that has been placed in an asylum.

Reviews

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

This reminds me of a show I watch American Horror Story:Asylum. A woman, reporter that wasnt meant to be there, did some snooping and found herself being a patient of the asylum now. This sounds like something that would go through the mind like that. Nicely done.

[:-)]

Wow. Really creepy and awesome imagery. The narrator is some psychopath.

Epic write here; I really enjoyed it.

[C.C. Marx]

nice job maddie you really get a feel of the frustration of being locked away nice write :)

[That_Girl]

Reminds me of how I felt in rehab haha. Like a damn prison that affects (effects? I never remember the rule!) you in the most peculiar of ways. Great poem sweetheart. :D