Words from a Mental Institution

by Lolpez   Mar 15, 2007


Desolation
Surrounded by blank pages
Only willing to be written on with hate
Storms willing to break outside
Storms that will not abate
Confusion in unison
A pleasant collaboration of misguided interpretation
What raises brows
But why fills my eyes
I thought hell would be different

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  • 15 years ago

    by HollywoodSmile

    My comments are probablly annoying by now, but I can't seem to stop reading your work. You have a gift...don't ever stop using it.

    --HollywoodSmile

  • 16 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    You've captured something quite eerie and unnerving and made it eloquently tangible. Nicely done.