Poetry;my depravity. A manic insanity

The Home,the Hospital

Lashes like worn crows wings flutter

Legs lie frail,useless-twigs in autumn haze

Do shudder,

In shame I avert my gaze

White lit;pale like sick moonlight,echoes the room

Bleach and sanitized steel,ever so becoming...

Overpowering,encompassing,undeniably overwhelming

It forshadows hidden gloom.

Wrinkled,pock-marked

They lie forever still

Lost past nostalgic dementia,

They die,no longer ill