Mental Asylum

November 22, 2013
By Dalia... GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
Dalia... GOLD, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“Fear is not real. It is a product of thoughts you create. Now do not misunderstand me, danger is very real. But fear is a choice.” –Cypher Raige

Dull Corridors
Stare blankly at me
From these some closure
I will never receive

Poor faces
Saddened eyes
Many ages
Little lives

I enter my room
White as snow
Nothing but gloom
And no glow

Liquid crystals
Dropped by children
Crying angels
Their cuts deepen

I walk into rain
Without a care
Straight and plain
Skin is bare

Suffers don’t end
Unless I finish them myself
Not even a friend
Stands on my shelf

As I watch the cars
From above
I feel I break the bars
That I no longer shove

As I view my last sight
Of the world
All of my fight
Will be burned

And as I close my eyes
And take one step off
I feel myself fly

The author's comments:
This poem was written about a dream that I had recently...

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