Insanity It Seems
Echoing cooridors
Through the halls of the insane
She sits in a robe of white
On a broken chair of refrain
Her mouth of murmur
A hesitant laugh indeed
A friend she calls dark shadow
nowhere to be seen
Lying in a bed of ill-repute
Subdued of clutched leather
Her pills forced downward
As she screams bloody murder
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From the broken window
Outside along the way
A single flower flutter
A season she'll never see
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2022
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