Poetic Asylum
I’m haunted by it,
the could haves and the should haves;
Silent yet screaming;
So I stay locked in my head
writing it all out in prose;
Straight jacket just tangles me
so I rhyme so I can be hushed;
Hands bound together
circles worn into wood floors,
my mind remains free;
Pacing inside this padded room
really all you need is noise;
So I scribble all of the white walls,
disfigured art in this poetic asylum.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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