Sidney's World 1935.

From the window 

of the locked ward 

I can see the locked gates 

which bar the road 

to the asylum. 

Beyond those gates 

a saner world resides, 

beyond the veal 

of that world, 

a far deeper insanity 

has hold. 

It is spring. 

Flowers line 

the road outside. 

I cannot hear 

the birds sing. 

Behind me reside 

those deemed insane 

and locked away. 

The sounds torment 

my ears and eyes. 

Here the mind 

and soul dies.