Personal Asylum Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

The missing part of storms
Has echoed the clap of thunder
Taking with it all fading forms
Of lives that have fallen under

When the gutter path streams
Splashing rapids along the street
Pick apart the fragmented dreams
Of souls who became beat

Twisting heaven and hell
With Virgil handling the rows
A brain inside a cell
Imagining a world of rainbows

Devil beating his wife
Give us sunshine over the pain
Place no limits on life
Hand in hand to withstand the rain.