A Poem by Crusaderscross

White walls, mirrors to the outside
Sanity not an option anymore

Home equals 15 square feet
Multiple neighbors inhabit this space

Voices mumbling, they ask questions
Thoughts of escape melt away at the sight of them

The master visits, we are frightened
Arms and legs bounded by steel

Without permission, he enters and wanders
I am forced to submit to the voice of God

Powerless to stop the invasion
My mind no longer mine

I am alone, I am void
They have taken over

I will never leave

© 2010 Crusaderscross

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This is powerful. I like the imagery and metaphor, it seems as if you stepped into a role. Very good job.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I really like your writing. This one reminds me of visiting my mom at the mental hospital. Sanity not an option anymore... for her I don't think it ever was. Great job. You have certainly captured the misery of such a place.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Nice, short and tells what you want to tell beautifully. I like the details- they are written beautifully.

Posted 10 Years Ago

What a scary situation. You bring to life with your words how terrible it can be being in a mental hospital or anything close to it. Helpless and forced to submit to those in charge. You have no rights or say anymore and it's suppose to be for your benefit. Outstanding write, I love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on July 29, 2010
Last Updated on July 29, 2010



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