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In a brutal attempt to regain control of myself,
I locked myself in a asylum with nothing but a picture of you.
A source of some kind of help was needed, arguing back and forth with my former self
That this part of me must die.
That part that's clung on to you for so long,
Just this one part, nothing but that part in particular.
This sole decision of staring at your face in the dark.
There really wasn't a difference if you were there or not.
In reality you were never there but always seemed to be there in a spec of what seemed as convenient.
I feared sleep, catching a strong case of insomnia,
Knowing that somehow you would magically appear.
in actuality I was afraid to face a long awaited demon, somehow waiting for you to almost jump out of the picture.
I didn't know which would be more terrifying,
When the other patients got a glimpse of the look across my face.
They muttered amongst themselves.
Yeah that guy deserves to be here he doesn't have a shadow
He's a ghost in a world full of ghouls.
Either that or affiliated with the zombie girl in the corner
 Dec 2016 L Seagull
Arthur Vaso
Inside four walls
Imprisoned from life
For life
One escapes the shackles and bars
Within owns one mind
Left to wander
Unbeknownst to the guards and keepers
The mind travels beyond the highest walls

The free man
Burdened with sorrows
Regrets and grey skies that oppress
He, of all men, can wander too and fro
Botanical gardens and cathedral ceilings
Art and the classics to feed his hungry eyes
Exploring the world and the depths of his darkness
He, whom shall never be captured, never caught nor imprisoned
His incarceration was not a place, nor four walls, it was his own mind
For Sadness
There is no escape
At all
 Nov 2016 L Seagull
Poetic T
I embrace the darkness
   but crave the attention of the light.
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