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
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2021
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