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.