My thoughts are wild.
My mind is a Olympic's.
I'm at a place for people like me.
I twitch and I can't speak.
I'm sometimes tied to a bed.
Restraint is big here, along with discipline.
Sticking I-V's and needles in my body.
Putting me in a trance.
The zombie to whom they call me.
I bite, but I stay in my place.
Motionless towards everyone.
Until the riot.
Doctors were torn apart.
Nurses were slaughtered.
I was leader and I did this.
I am mentally insane.
I'm in a asylum.

YOU ARE READING
Poems Of The Unknown
PoetryDifferent ways of life is not important, but the experience of life is. The world works in mysterious ways, but its up to us to decide what path we chose. Evil or Good. Dark or Light.