Tower of Madness

Imprisoned in the upside down pineapple walls. A tower of Madness.Forbidden to leave. Ghosts have no physical hands for keys.

To the lab, To the basement.
Electroshock by machines,
Signs of rapid displacement.

No reverse to what society labels  "insanity".
Hysterical laughs and shrieks of agony.
Deafening ringing- the echos.
Fastened by iron locks -behind our doors we still sing.
Entombed in a secluded, isolated tower.
Residing for eternity.
Many leap to their death- endless hours.
You'll find me on the 5th of 16 floors.
Ghost imprisoned for infinity.
The tower stand vacant, abandoned since 1995.
But we still occupy the halls.
Confined inside the blue upside down pineapple walls
Tower of madness we are forbidden to leave.
For a ghost is unable to grab the keys.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful, strong and powerful words shared dear Laconic. Your words like a Leonard Cohen song. You allowed the reader to feel the struggle and your thoughts. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote

[Laconic Meraki]

Thanks Coyote! I've never heard of him but I'll have to look him up!

[Coyote Poetry]

You will like him and you are welcome my friend.

[Melita Catalina Warren]

Excellent description! I prefernot to rate.
thanks, Melita.

[Laconic Meraki]

Thank you for reading.. I understand not wanting to rate. 🙏

[barleygirl]

I love the buzzing creativity of this. I love the matter-of-fact spilling of outlandish details like it's everyday life. I wish I could think of stuff so outside-the-dots when I pour out my usual Halloween fare, same ole, same ole! I love your title & it makes me want to define my own "Tower of Madness" someday! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Laconic Meraki]

Thanks Margie. ❤
This is an actual place. I just renamed it. And it caught my attention because I was born in 1995. And i love pineapples. (Sort of an inside joke. ) But besides that! Thank you for the review darling.😘
-C

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A spooky write with shades of the mental hospital now abandoned. Much of what you describe seems linked to the old asylums where at least there was a separation from the staring eyes and derision of society.

[Laconic Meraki]

Yes.. In life .Even in death.
Thanks for the review.☺