Asylum

By: Groovy 1

 

 

I escape to the corner of my mind every night.

 

It's always the same thing.

 

I think I am standing alone in the darkness of reality.

Only to find that I am not alone.

 

There is a tall hooded man on my left,

I call him mistrust.

 

And on my right, there is a beautiful woman with a

white flowing gown. I call her salvation.

 

Mistrust tells me that life is not worth living.

"Take the blade, make the final cut," he says.

 

Salvation beckons me to the safety of her bosom.

 

I am like a scared child. Hiding under the bed of my

thoughts.

 

I am still searching for my Asylum.