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Asylum - poem
Asylum - poem
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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.
