In the arms dare do find where she fall
A heart born red, boiling with a burn of Solaris
Carry a fire as Olympic as time
And admit to her, the metaphor
You do not know
Nor do I
A feeling described, burned into fabled try
Scare as it do unto us
And bring fear in what flames tell
Where focus meet dimension
The condescension meet the unending mention
Of you
My mantra that scribble itself across walls of peeling fossil
Hallucinate timeless clippings of ill
Speak to the walls to translate what I spell is true
a refugee cloud,
sought asylum on a tree;
driven far, dissolved!
I am trapped in a straitjacket
Unable to move
I may as well be in a casket

Trying to remember how I got here
Everything is so unclear
I am blindfolded and everything starts to disappear

Out of control
Out of my mind
Out of a soul

I fight against the sleeves
Thrashing, resisting
Trying so hard to leave

Doctors whispering reassuringly
But the words don't reach me
No matter how kindly

In an asylum you don't pay rent
Because you are a slave against your will
Held there just for thinking something different

Not a single letter
No one wants to talk to the insane
No one even thinks you'll ever get better

Then you lose hope in your own recovery
No one else believes it, why should you?
You forget what it is to even be free.


This straitjacket gets no easier to bear
I pull and pull
But it gets no better to wear
Amy Krencius May 19
I am the fearful that wanders these halls;
This wakening nightmare enslaves and enthralls.
I am the lost, here I wander alone;
My realm built of terror, into the unknown.

You were my dearest, most trusted of friend;
The one that has been and shall be to the end.
You were all that I knew (all I could see);
Within this refuge, it was just you and me.

I am the desolate, broken and lost;
I've paid for my sins, and so high was the cost.
I am chaos lying dormant within;
Come, let me show you, lest you leave me again…

You fell away, slipped away, coldly left me to drown;
Abandoned at the gates of this void that surrounds.
Fierce demons have woken, they lurk all around;
As they rise, still I fall, and this world tears me down.

Mine is this fear, it is all that I know;
This dread, it consumes me, I've no place to go.
Mine is this sorrow that burdens my soul;
This wreckage inside, I am no longer whole.

You were the truth I had known from the start;
This monster (my monster) buried deep in my heart.
Forever the nightmare, hidden in shame;
This destruction is mine, this hell I have made...
Tanya Louise Apr 21
run from thou
the reaper
that cold night
hood was drawn
but to cry is a sin
so run for you life
as he comes down
what blood was drawn
oh, the fatal tale of a rogue mind
Terry Collett Mar 22
The còrridors are empty now.
Windows look out on wasted
grounds. A feint smell of urine

on the air. Once the insane
wandered here coming and
going in slow pace lost to an

outer world. If you stand still
a while here, close your eyes,
you may hear the ghostly cries

and calls emiting from the walls.
Gazing out the windows, where
once they stood staring at that

other world, that sane world,
you see the overgrown grass
and untended trees, hedgerows

untrimmed, the sky now cloudy
and dimmed. You pace the once
crowded wards. Bars at the

windows, linoleum floors urine
stained. Here they sat or stood
or walked, pacing to and fro, going

no where, no where to go. You
imagine unkindness here,
over-drugged, mocked or jeered.

Some nurses cared and brought
a light of kindness to a haunted
mind. The whole sepulchre now

ghostly still and dumb. You sense
the reality of it all feeling numb
Fidget Spinner Sep 2017
22.5 million.
The growing number of recorded refugees in this world.

Refugees are like you and me,
All they want is to be free,
Freedom that can only be found through at the assistance of helping hand,
And not a shooting gun taking away land.

Dreams invaded,
Memories faded,
Children crying in their sleep,
Parents dying as they weep,

Running across a land,
Trying to find a place
That's safe and secure,
Where the air and the water and the people
Are pure,

A nation fallen to its knees,
As the elderly wheeze,
The unwell and sickened sneeze,
Parents utter the word please,
As they salvage all the food that they can seize.

A boat soars through the crashing grey waves,
As everyone prays.
This boat is the last spark of hope,
A single spark of hope left in the piles of fallen dark ashes.
The single star sparkling in the dark pit known as the sky.
My throat tangles in a knot,
The last bullet is fired,
I think of everyone that’s been shot,
this is the opposite of what I desired.

Don’t be so blind,
To not even care upon mankind.
When you eat others starve,
So empathise,
Open your eyes,
And realise
We are all allies,
When someones dies,
Don’t criticise
When someone cries,
Don’t Despise

Instead reach out and extend a helping hand,
Prove that humankind is still kind,
And not a myth made up in our mind.
Reach out and extend a helping hand.
this poem sucks
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