The Asylum (By Joe Doyle)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A dark poem about some personal thoughts.

Submitted: November 09, 2011

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Submitted: November 09, 2011



Take a stroll through the trees of your plans and ideas,

that surround the asylum surrounding your fears. 

Don't pry, don't cry, I'm sure you could see with only one eye,

don't lie, you'll die, if one tear drop gets through on a sly. 

You'll run for the hills, run to a fray, 

I can tell you it kills me, kills me to say,

you won't last a minute, 

you'll disappear from today.

You'll return tomorrow, 

a new psychic mind,

back to the asylum,

as if you were blind.

Your perception is warped,

affection distorted,

infliction in diction of fiction that's you,

your plans weren't taught,

your plans were aborted.

Swing your body,

forward to back,

all your hear is their screams,

all you see is black,

all you feel is iron,

inside the asylum.

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