Banished Or Freed
Untether my blood, for it is cruel.
Sanity drips from my veins like gruel.
As my web of failure becomes unthreaded.
I feel I am unheaded.
As delusions that are kind take hold.
Not as strong as the electrodes, I am told.
As I find my desperation to escape vanishes.
They set me outside with all the other banishes.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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