Asylum
In this place of walls,and corridors
where nothing's either up or down
where people wonder aimlessly
just walking round and round
In this place of hurts and pain
each worse then the day before
always fighting,yelling,and screaming
where people seem to be at war
In this place of many teardrops
where nothing's ever new or old
tender mercies,lies within us
way down deep within our souls.......
Copyright © Doris Bounds | Year Posted 2020
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