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ASYLUM

Alone I walk this endless maze

of my cranium’s sanitarium.

Through funhouse serpent corridors

with its multiple branches

just leaving me stumped and dazed.

Yet the definition of sanity eludes me.

Even Webster shakes his head in perpetual confusion.

But you’ll never see,

you’ll never hear the pounding on the door.

Deafness would engulf you if you could feel

the vastness of my internal screams,

as a terrible reaction to the horror I wish was only a dream,

for there is no vacancy in this black hole.

Don’t be fooled by the catatonic stare

that has access to views without a room.

Tread carefully around the barbed wire

surrounding the desperate attempts

to control the attacks of the sociopath.

You see the love/hate relationship

with my beautiful shroud?

Though others might call it a strait jacket,

it is at times even a security blanket.

But in the certainty of knowing nothing, I know this

All the therapists put together

cannot psychoanalyze faster

than the creation of yet another personality

that will effortlessly convince you

That you are the one who belongs on the couch.