This snippet is from my current under writing work from being in the Psychiatric Hospital. My memoirs and poetry will be released as snippets on this website and as a book on Amazon. Stay tuned for major updates.
Sitting, Laying thy bed hath midnight,
Thee screams of the Asylum come alive.
The constant crying, the yelling, the torcherous tone.
Why tho we here when thee are truly alone.
To get help we once’d seeked?
But no one here can see past thee freak.
The screams terrify thy frightening score.
Can thy not do anything more?
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