The sight of white walls surrounds me.
Nothing but a window to let me feel free of this torment
Not a thing inhabits these foundations,
Not even a single bird can stomach this with me.
I yell.
My screams are silenced by the padded walls.
“Is it just me, or is this room soundproof?” written in black sharpie.

The next room we venture toward is no better.
Burnt ceiling, burnt books,
Who did these terrible things?
Profanity etched across the history of what happened here.
The trial did no justice for those who still walk and wheel these halls.
I hear their footsteps.
Remote voices of strangers call out.
Feeling their company, we ask “Are you there?”
A door shuts and the sight of a shadowy figure fills my brain.
Who is he? Why is he here?

She is beautiful in contrast to what I see,
Destruction among magnificence
Grasping her hand as we flee
Never will we forget what we felt that day
Lonely is something we shall never be.