Imprisoned in my body
unable to concentrate
I wander aimlessly
inside these white walls
my words are but groans
and my hands are numb
I am living death
existing, yet not real
Am a damned before death?
cused to be alive, yet not live?
I want to cry for help
but I can only groan
if i am insane, I am sick, not evil
if i am not evil, why am i imprisoned?
if my medicine is supposed to make me better
then why do I feel so horrible?
and if there really is a god
where is his mercy?
Author notes
when does the tour begin?
i commented on Depths of despair, by georges
and Haiku to a spider, by you
Written September 1st, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Want a Tour of the Asylum? by His Shoulder Angel.
600 points, ended September 17, 2005, 10 entries
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Have mercy on yourself and God will follow suit, brother. Peace.
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crazy thoughts.
I like this. I remember the last time "let me emphasize last time" I did acid, I thought that I was going insane "not fun" Although, I sometimes wonder what it's like to be vapor-acted just once for the experience of it.
Edited on Sep 04, 4:46 p.m. because 'type-o etc.'. -
Awesome
This is a rather thought-provoking write, but I love it! I have to ask you,however, to re-read the rules and do as they say. (I'd like to know people at least read them over!) You did a brillant job on this and the last stanza was exactly what I saw thinking. Awesome job! Thanks for entering and good luck in my contest!
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