Abandoned and Decayed
Abandoned and decayed
Springfield lunatic asylum
It used to be where she laid
It used to be her home.
Ghosts of her childhood past
Still scream in Anger there
But silence the sounds, she must!
Or they might incarcerate her.
Shhhh! Do you hear her beating heart?
Fear does not make a sound!
Can you touch the Pain she imparts?
In rage all her Hurt can be found.
Abandoned and decayed
Who found solace in the dark
What a price for her life she paid!
Such a broken Soul there to mark!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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