Empty echoes.

Empty echoes
come back to call
the screams and cries
that live in these walls.

Residual energy
feelings of pain
as they tampered electric

to shock their brain.

Wandering souls

half way to death

living a limbo

until their last breath.

Gone is the institute

the jail keepers key

but within these walls

there are wailing banshee's.

Let rot this building that

kept their minds

only love and compassion will unconfine

innocence and peace now combined.

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Stories Within - Rhyme only by passim. 1800 points, ended July 14, 18 entries
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passim
July 14
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Great description of such sad times. Thank you for entering.
Papabear 4 Rosered
July 7

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Lots of power in this one
Well worded and very powerful. you evoke a dark image that is creepy and .... well dark. Nicely done!
Pure Thought
July 1
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Looks like it needed to be closed down.
WEll imaged poem. Good luck.
Buddy
FransB
July 1

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Ah, what
well-chosen words for description you have. Each stanza adds to the feeling of desolation, with final stanza culminating in hope and insightful understanding. Blessings. Frans
Cynthia Gaines
July 1

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Hauntingly Brilliant Penning!!
This reminds me of something I read just today, on the lost and disembodied spirits who somehow have lost their way, unable to continue on to their final destinations; wandering behind stone walls hidden beneath the moss of time, and as you've said, "residual energy" left behind, forever locked in the trauma of the mind; the apparitions we see or feel may be of a poor soul who was murdered, or one who died a violent death - seeking revenge, perhaps? The Ghosts of Ireland... Great work once again, Poet!! Good luck in the contest!!
Slán,
Cyn
xx