An Asylum Stands Here Poem by Matthew Holloway

Here is the asylum
where love walks the rooms
where thoughts play out
in the wild look within the eyes
words echo into stillness
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an ode to be, an ode to thee
oh what madness is this
oh what a world is it that I see
where you and I are lovers
alas it is not to be
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there are no bars or bolts
no chains or straps
to restrain and hold prisoner
yet there is no no escape
from the madness here
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to see all such beauty
flow upon the canvas of the page
to feel such words exist
in context and verse express
that which I'm denied to know
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here this asylum stands
in the coldest of brick and stone
a madness found in shadows
flows through skin and bones
and the black dog howls
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your name is a kiss upon this lips
like the sweetest poison
and all I am destined to know
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in a world made wrong
where a madness haunts
an asylum stands
and holds one soul alone