written November 2022
( prompts used “poetic asylum” and “unseen eyes” )
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Inside my poetic asylum, lacerated by madness as I lie on a cold bed of sadness.
Within the padded cell of my mind is every melancholy memory.
Unseen eyes stare at me through the darkness of this hell.
What is to become of me?
How do I break free of this misery?
I look up and see the angel of death beckon me, released into my peaceful eternity.
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Thanks for sharing this. Anita
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Thank you very much for reading Anita 🙏💙🙏
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