Atascadero....

Walking through the corridores at Atascaderos State Hospital

Here to speak to a certain confined patient....

Within the walls of the criminally insanes, incarcerated

Thinking to myself a moment ago as I checked in my arms

How thin are the lines that I have seen throughout time!?

Between sanity and sanes, fragile crossings....

To look upon the former would seldom reveal, the true psychosis deep inside?!

These tainted minds, lying within their dormancies and waiting to be born....

Often only within hindsights and retrospects can many find

What was but the dawning of a brewing and soon to be arriving, storm!

The sweetest man; the loveliest lady; most of the time?

Borderlines telltale signs, often overlooked and missed by most

Until one day the barrier breaks, and the blood curdlings tide comes rushing through

Insanities birth; as it freefalls to the earth....

From the foreshadowed incubator of, darkness' mold!

Now staring into their hollowed eyes, and somberly reflecting upon

The innocent and precious lives, of which they so viciously stole

Wanting to know anything and everything, which may prevent someday 

Such a tragedy from perhaps, ever happening once again?

But I have lived long enough and seen more than my desired share

Of reality, within these distorted views; among a world wherein they thrive

Embracing them bred; as if they were their own child....

And the truth is, so ironically sadly, these, they are!

Welcome to the times of the shadowed sublimes, cocoons, waiting to burst

Their offsprings, of the mangled and manged

Hideously grinning as they make their way  

To the misfortunates future graves 

Afore the countless loved ones, shattering hearts!

Smiling at myself as I now ask  them---Who? Why? What? Where?

Thinking of an old adage...."A book by its cover?"

Borderline bound, in blood red lace; retrospected, no more!

The telltale signs, of the criminally insane

How? When? He said? She said? To a world, they wed....

....Welcome, to the final floor!?

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Atascadero
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Bloomsfield Avatar
December 16, 2010 at 12:47 AM
I read your kind comments John and i do hope the heavenly father continues to give you love messages for each brother and sister here too.I chose this poem to reply not coincidentally,but i had to come here to wish' Happy xmas' to all people in 'atascanderos state's hospital'. .I send them my love. .alwaysC.C
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August 2, 2010 at 1:26 PM
Thin are the lines between sane and insane. We can easily be that patient with hollow eyes. .we can easily be there,and thats why I can easily love these people,cos it can be me. .or someone close to me,Next time you visit that patient,send him my love and prayers..touching!brought a tear to my eyes,this repost!Celene
Freeman Avatar
July 29, 2010 at 11:14 AM
This is truly a reality John. A mind not controled can quickly become a demon born, loosed into society, with out or with warning. Agape, Moses
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July 24, 2010 at 4:45 AM
Although I agree that it is a thin line between sanity and madness, I believe that if one is strong, one would never allow himself/herself to cross that thin line. Very powerful and gloomy images created here! So nice to read you after all this time! Kisses, Emily
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July 9, 2010 at 7:40 PM
Indeed, there does seem to be a thin line between sanity and madness, John. Very dark images make for a compelling read. The final like is like a knockout punch! Love, Carolyn
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