A Song Yet Unsung [POETRY]

An Ode from nuthouse

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AN ODE FROM THE NUTHOUSE
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Prepare to journey through
the most difficult time of your life.
I said to myself.

Alone, there i stand in front of it.
I can hardly believe i made it.

but i hoped i can free myself
to live the life I deserve.

A life free of stigmatization
and free of restriction.

I know life in there wouldn't be easy
But it's not like I have a choice.

All I have is hope.
The hope that I can make it out.

I walked to the hallway
and began the journey.

The atmosphere was completely different.
The air smell'd right with perfume.

Everywhere was dustless.

Portraits of beautifully crafted paintings
hanged loosely on the walls.

Nurses moved up and down.
From one room to the other,
They make the daily rounds.

I knew the journey wouldn't be easy,
But I have to try.

And so I did.

Awake, once again a prisoner.
prisoner to my own thoughts
and insecurities.

My day starts in fear,
fear that I will try to end my life again.

Then I turned to my right
and there another sleeps
snoring and muttering in his sleep.

Only God knows the beast
he is fighting alone in his sleep.

That is one thing with us.

we can not differentiate
between reality and dreams.
both are nothing to live in.

As i sleep there fighting the insomnia,
I hear a bang on the door
then a familiar voice said:
"it is time for  your morning check up."