Insane Asylum
The screams are heard from wall to wall Terror and pain fill them all You know the pain, you know the kind It boils deep within your mind It poisons and taints---tortures and burns Rips and tears---twists and turns Knows no mercy, feels no tears Feeds upon our mortal fears We have all been there to different degree This thing they call insanity…
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Tharhawk
I am a avid climber and skier who lives in Washington State. Much of my free time is spent in the Cascade Mountains. You can see more about me here: www.alpinestateofmind.com More poetry at cascadepoet.blogspot.com
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