White Asylum

I had this idea for over a month...

Hollow and empty
No sense of creativity
Blank walls surround me
Blinded in captivity

No thought allowed
Every cry is an echo
Everyone is tied down
Their sanity was let go

Bright light of white
Used to be a sign of hope
Now means the essence of nothing
That’s what’s left to cope

Lost in the mind
Gone away from reason
Can’t find a way out
What is freedom?

This is a place where
No one is here
Yet still beware
You can hear

Their desire to escape
Their desperate cling to fantasy
They want to take
Themselves  in ecstasy

Not me
I don’t belong in this place
At least that’s what I think
What is thought?

Hollow and empty
No sense of creativity
Blank walls surround me
Blinded in captivity

Author's Note

I'm not entirely confident in this. I think it's structure is a bit off but hopefully not by much