No Christmas in the Asylum
Staff party an easy shift. Patients drugged sleeping
No Christmas in the Asylum
Christmas in the asylum,
cold steel and silence,
shouting muffled by thick walls,
a patient counts days,
marks time with fading hope.
Flickering bulbs cast eerie shadows,
broken dreams hang heavy in the air,
distant carols twist into cries,
visions of joy turn to nightmares.
Plastic trees, out of reach.
Sad drugged up people
with eyes that watch,
nods of despair
pills exchanged for presents,
while laughter is locked away.
A feast for few,
the table bare for many,
whispers haunt the haunted,
as frost creeps in,
through cracks in the pain.
Christmas, forgotten,
in shadows of despair,
where joy is an echo
that never reaches.
God bless the asylum,
where shadows creep low,
and souls of the restless
in silence still flow.
Whispers of sorrow,
haunt the cold halls,
their stories forgotten,
lost behind walls.
Empty eyes watching,
from corners obscure,
the weight of their pain
is heavy and pure.
Christmas lights flicker,
in a realm full of grief,
where hope intertwines
with the threads of belief.
Yet amid this bleakness,
a flicker remains,
the yearning for kindness,
the breaking of chains.
So here, in the darkness,
may compassion break free,
for every lost spirit,
may they find harmony.
The staff take it easy
Yet they are well paid
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
This is a very sad way to picture a behavioral health place. I was a mental health nurse and yes at times it was like this but really after 14 years not too many. Good job.
This was so heartbreaking. Loved your poem+
sad but accurate! well captured!