My Vist From The Asylum Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

My Vist From The Asylum



She spoke of glass
glass instead of small meshed wire
on the other side.

Faces just like mine they kept inside
out side
looking in but here they weren't.

Could you die a thousand death's
each night I chose
to live inside my dreams.

Hiding smiles untimely hurts
the guest's were people that you knew
whom knew you not.

My dreams from what I saw when
wide awake
drew smiles from they whom waited
in the shadows
came again when I was all alone.

We came from here some came from there
the honey hills
you now that look when doctors had a choice
and some chose both.

Monday, May 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: green
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emoka Thruth 25 May 2015

This was really nice! Thanks for publishing!

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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