Asylum

A poem in the vain of mental freedom.

In our world devoid of color

Right and wrong are marred in grey

In our world devoid of lovers

Passion's found then stripped away

If you look but find no others

Feel not lost or led astray

Cuz in this world our flesh is prisoner

But our minds don't have to stay

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

In our world devoid of color
Right and wrong are marred in grey
In our world devoid of lovers
Passion's found then stripped away

You always find the right words to carry the message...and always so perfectly, you paint the picture, stroking the keyboard just so, and delving into the topic headlong. A most powerful way to write! Great job.

[SweetPeachesAlways]

our flesh is prisoner...

And, thus, will always remain so...

Very good write...good flow to it.