ASYLUM

ASYLUM

Fortified, 
I see walls of loneliness. 
With a dungeon of depth, 
pitch black with no vent. 
If suicide a mission of death 
then let me leave my soul to fate.

Hungered, 
this solitaire demeanour. 
Embraced by bears
in their might but free non, 
life seems fair. 
I am not eclipsed or forgone
I relish this calm air.

Deafened, 
I hear no noise. 
Just whispers of self, 
thoughts poised, 
action’s suspense. 
Awaiting a choice 
either wrong or correct.

So let me be, 
peace is where I rest, 
my counsel is sweet. 
Marginalized from the rest 
I thrive in these muted shrieks. 
Silently meant 
was my time in this dream.