Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.129.209.49

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

It's just a hose, you'll be okay 
a place for you and me
you have a problem, you cannot explain 
we will try to make you sane 
come on in and sit down 
be comfortable, stay awhile 
don't mind the smell of 
fresh paint 
pills 
urine 
blood and sweat 
you'll get use to it 
don't be troubled by the locks 
the restraints on your bed
the bars across your window 
spilling slanted broken rays 
shimmering on the ground 
it's just a house 
we have breakfest lunch dinner 
here you go have an apple 
here you go, take your meds 
it's just a house 
trouble only 
leads you to discipline 
to correct what sins you committed 
it's just a house 
a routine of 
                 awake 
                 work 
                 sleep 
                 repeat 

A house with the realization of
of what? Nothing! Be Quiet!
you checked in you cannot leave 
it's just a house 
if you run away dear, we will 
find you. The Warden is your father 
your friend, your GOD
you should be thankful for you 
pills, food, EST
Fizz, BOOMB goes your head 
as the currents fly through 
skull and flesh 
down
      down
            down
                  down 
through your body
changing you, moving you
are you, you anymore?
it's just a house 
it hasn't changed 
it's still the place of haunting 
screams of pain and agony 
love is gone when Daddy is home
oyu love him don't you?
You Should!
It's just a house 
when you finally leave or will you?
it leaves a lasting effect 
you are chagned 
independent 
you
move on, come back to society 
but don't come back to us 
not even for a visit or some 
tea time 
it's just a house 
was it really?

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required