Banging on the windows,
Let me out,
Death surrounds me,
Torture and torment,
Blood and bleeding,
Facing fear by confusion alone,
It’s the dance of the deceit,
The goal of the gullible,
The perception of the paranoid,
It will drive you insane,
The nurse comes running in,
Relief in one hand,
Forgiveness in the other,
Forcing medication down my throat,
Insane asylums are for the sanest,
For we do not need help,
Help is for the people, who cannot see it,
They cannot see the potential danger,
That is why they need medication,
They cannot see the forest of betrayal
That lies ahead,
We can see it,
We can lead them through it safely,
But it is they that will not listen to us,
So we must leave them behind,
Behind the in the mist,
Behind the wall of lies,
Forever.
LIES, comes through. It is like a cancer of the mind and creates images of insane beliefs. Truth is reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a vividly written poem reflecting the stagnant atmosphere of negative energy in hospitals.good job, Natasha