Asylum
Pale specters flit across the walls
Afraid, I shiver as they leer
Moonlight dances down the halls
This time I might just disappear
My ghosts move to the rhythm
Of unheard music
Sometimes I begin to sway with them
In this blank place I’ve become a ruin
They lock me in my padded room
Where I hug myself and cry in fear
And in the corners the shadows loom
There is no recovery to be found here
Copyright © Elena Welsh | Year Posted 2018
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