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Asylum

Asylum

A Poem by SPF

The white bleakness of the place is maddening
Nothing could’ve kept this horror from happening
I am a prisoner of my own mind
The only asylum of its kind
From this ward I will never escape
Forever will my fingers, down my face, scrape
Attempting to forget my loathsome being
Still this blank hell is all that I’m seeing
The anguish and heartbreak built up inside
But still all I see is the devilish white
Madness has taken its gut wrenching due
I am insane but no one has a clue
Screams fill the perpetual hell
No one outside my mind can tell
That I’m insane and trapped in an abyss
My blood curling scream now a deadly hiss
My crazed eyes and blood matted hair
Tells Madness I have paid its fare
My type of insanity is one of a kind
It only exists within my mind
Head banging against the floor
My hysteria can progress no more
I’m on my knees begging to die
But time in the white room ticks by and by
The white bleakness of the place is maddening
Nothing could’ve kept this horror from happening
I am a prisoner of my own mind
The only asylum, of its kind.

© 2013 SPF


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Added on March 31, 2013
Last Updated on March 31, 2013
Tags: asylum, poem, crazy, mind, no, escape, suicide, depression, white, room, horror

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