Asylum
By: Rizhel Ann Supremo
They are screaming inside my head
Wishing me dead
weeping in tears of pain
these thoughts are driving me insane
Their bodies drifting in mid-air
too odd, others seem unaware
a never ending solitary confinement...
trapped and caught in the moment
consumed by the guilt inside
but too many rules to abide
I am my own being
existing in this world without meaning
this restless soul never cease to be weary
wandering alone in this world full of fantasy
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