The Ward

I know a place that we can go
to escape this dreary prison
The floor right there 
secures the stairs
that lead up to the room that's hidden

While walking down don't turn around
the dark can find your fears
The sounds you make 
can truly take 
the place of your worst Nightmares 

So bring a light and hold on tight
don't stray from where your headed
There's many rooms 
doors of doom
and a path that leads to heaven

So listen close to the wooden ghost
that stands at the top and glares
He'll let you in 
with a grin
then point but please don't stare

He's the nervous type not real bright
still willing to point the way
So walk straight down 
then turn around
make sure the dark is kept at bay

Once you find the words that rhyme 
a door should open after
So walk right in
let us begin 
the journey to a greener pasture 

I bet you thought you were close
to the end of your twisted stay
Truth be told
you can never go
this is your home till the end of days

Find the room that's made of balloons
and snuggle up under your blanket
Never try
to leave at night
or the beast will feed on your carcass 

Now you've been told what you already know
about your wonderful vacation
So take the drugs
they give with love 
so we can leave this dreary prison

    R.K.H.
   8/12/2020

addictionconfusionextended metaphorimaginationfree verse

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