White Room

As predicted

I’ve been convicted of feeling sick in the head

I wish you’d put me to bed

So, I can wake up in sheets

made of satin and honey sweet dreams

caused by the pills that put me to sleep

Circular walls to enclose me with infinite pads

Warm, soft robes and clothes help to bury the sad

And maybe, just maybe, being crazy won’t be so bad

I always assumed everyone could write

Thoughts unboxed when we turn out the lights

Releasing creatures featured to howl and growl in the darkness of night

But with my arms restricted, my weapons evicted, I can’t put up a fight

So, when they come, and I’m unable to run

Shield me from their eyes, and

To those that say, the pen is mightier than the sword, I say you’re right

My pen and paper has become my savior

Inside my mind, a room all white

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