Darkness in the Asylum
Walls closing in
Visions of things
Mind boggled, thoughts are lost
My feet began wandering
Eyes open; yet blind
The darkness and invasion luring me in
My privacy stolen from me
The hallways that hears my screams
Needle after needle piercing through my skin
Hair rapidly falling from my head
As if shaved with an invisible razor on a thread slowing pulling with vicious force
Face drooped, skin hanging, caused from deprivation of food
Body bruised from the constant beating
Wrists with lined imprints of the shackles which locked me away
Punished for my eyes playing tricks on me
Medications forcefully injected in my veins
My body shivers and in constant pain
as tears streams down my face, while I write this scribe and lower my head in disgust of the person I’ve become
Institutionalized because I see things which are not always there! Is it my fault that the darkness is closing me in?
To be continued…
Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏
