Like the screech of a chalkboard
Or letting out a horrid retch
Or unbottling all at once your blissful rage
Consuming the patients room an abyss of eerie silence
When suddenly there was no more lub-dub
The machinerys ticks, tocks, and beeps no longer needed to our defiance
Piercing the silence, cries of despair and agony an emotional flood
The girl who occupied the asylum was no more
Her crazy delusional thoughts swirled about no more
Pain filled eyes numb mind and body no more
In turn her bipolar, schizophrenic behavior was no more
Finally everyone digested life is but a drug
In which everyone devours but none quit willingly
No whispers or word of popping the plug
They stand all with profound vulnerability
Her inexperienced soul had suffered for such an eternity
She endured the agony, oh so gracefully
They thought she would stay longer with such fidelity
Watched her roll away fretfully
Now she doesn't budge not one inch
Now she doesn't explore the world with her unkowing eyes
But they wondered if it was better for her to leave the deranged
But they wondered if it was unwise to tell her so many lies
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Thoughts
PoetryThoughts Traps that linger Holding us hostage inside Our own mind Using us, driving us to insanity, to Gouge our eyes out Hoping something could release us from This- this trap our own mind a maze of Sins, waiting to be let out Poetry helps me ease...
