Asylum Poem by Kiley Casanova

Asylum



lonely, lonely night
the moon my only comrade
hugging me the damp air
in my oblivion i lay
thorns my pillow
an old ragged cloth of sorrow my blanket
eternal night of pain
unending nightmare of magnanimous regret
immortal goblins attend to my torture
images of before and voices from the past
haunt every moment of my consciousness
oh when, when will it end
when will i be saved
from my asylum that has become my prison

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Bethany Buhl 06 September 2008

How do you get saved for your own asylum and where do you go to get saved or who saves you? I don't know i'm asking you it's just i'm hoping you might know.

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