Asylum

I see you through my broken window,

I feel the cold latch to my arms.

Absorbed fear and lingered sorrow,

It consumes me like a fire.

 

Faster I fall into the dusk,

And closer my mind takes a turn.

False eyes, and phantom voices,

Tell me, are you really there?

 

Seen beyond dull drawn light, 

Heard behind tautly pulled sheets.

Splattered colored rose, but all too warm,

Your pain, I feel it as well.  

 

Slow to perish, but lasting anguish.

Death is no longer feared.

  The torture you faced, the grief you received,

All the while, just asking "Why"?

 

Never once mad, just slightly different,

But seen as insane from peers.

Sent to this hell, this misery and torture,

Sent to the stone cold asylum.

Reviews

[Eva Rosehill]

A beautifully written piece filled with such emotion and imagery.. I enjoyed this. I will be sure to read more of your work.

[Isabella]

Thank you very much!