Asylum

Flickering lights lacking clarity

burn into a patient’s eyes

as hope and loss mingle

in daybreaks sweet demise,

 

while a clean, cloying smell

pervades the barren air

filling each room with a sense

of sour ease and soft despair,

 

and a daytime crowd fills the halls

with dull sobs and echoing chatter,

blanketing the wandering ghosts

who now only want to matter.

 

It’s here the helpful few reside

who work against mentalities fate,

the guardians of sacred life

in the midst of humanities hate.

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