ASYLUM MUSEUM.

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A VISITED TO AN ABANDONED MENTAL ASYLUM

Submitted: August 21, 2010

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You see the room now desolate.
A place once to be strapped up,
Locked up, drugged up and fucked

Up and the whole asylum one big
Ghost town of dead ghosts and
Abandoned beds, wheelchairs,

Latrines, sinks and leftover stinks
Of stale piss and shit and decay.
This room with its abandoned toilet,

Sink and mirror on the wall with
The peeling paint and littered floor,
Brings it home to you what it may

Have represented before. You wonder
If you placed your ear against the
Green peeling walls whether you’d

Hear voices captured or farts or sad
Moans or conversations of years ago.
You do not try; you just use your mind

And eye. The nose detects things the
Eye may miss: the scent of damp wood
And brick and old piss. Who walked

The wards and corridors and sat in this
Room to pee or shit or wash or out of
Sight of other eyes to masturbate?

It has a haunting chilling feel still,
As if, if you stood motionless with ear
Cocked and eye peeled and breathing

Stopped momentarily, you’d hear and
Sense footsteps behind and echoing
Voices and tap taps of walking frames

Along the hall where debris was set
Down or left to fall. This abandoned
Asylum seems now a sad museum of

Brokenness and frailty and fucked up
Lives and minds, where there is no last
Bugle call or pulling down of blinds.


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