Thought I had escaped this place
the smell burns my senses, feel displaced
unhealthy taste in the air,
in this place of care
Had long put to bed this feeling of dread
a feeling inside, the prime of my life, wasted, dead
never asked for help, id suffered alone
now here in this bed wish I wasn't on my own
In my mind the cobwebs cover all surfaces, everything
the walls, halls, corridors, the skin, a tickling feeling within
my world, dirty, dank and grey
smells of death and decay
Can taste the air stale and thick
makes the stomach sick
in this deepest hell the shattered shell
sits awaiting the tolling of the bell
Stars shine brightest on the darkest nights
where flights of fancy take us towards the lights
we leave behind the sights
as we begin to fight for our lives
The wonderful joy of overcoming the fall
of battling on in spite of it all
we take our punches, the kicks to the guts
but never do we give up
Thanks for reading.
Kyle.
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