Asylum - poem

            

 If this is home where

No love flows in blood

But citadel of protecting

Everybody from freedom

And no way to express your

Desperate agonizing emotions

Nobody could enter here except

Death

And having blessings of pray

That also unreachable

Like as offender. And guilty mind

Why we born here in flocks

Of cowards?

Where sun never glances with rays

Cause here nobody has choice how to live and contradict and assert whatever you feel

You can only be lunatic after suppressed thoughts in this well protected asylum and beg for wings

To fly away. Not to come back again.

At last they would read your

Valueless words wrote in

Dark seclusion no certainty.