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The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours

The way in is clear, but there’s no way out on show

By Marie381Uk Published 6 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025

The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours

No beds for dreaming.

No time to heal.

Just cold white walls

and iron feel.

They bring you in,

eyes wild, afraid.

Voices clash

and memories fade.

No rest to find,

no peace to keep.

Just shadows crawl

and secrets creep.

You wait in rooms,

too small, too bare.

The clock’s hands sharp

cut through the air.

A guard walks past,

no glance, no word.

The silence screams,

you’re not heard.

The door swings wide

then slams you out.

No cure to give,

no hope, no doubt.

You’re told to leave,

but not to heal.

A broken mind

that time won’t seal.

The stay is short,

but scars run deep.

In haunted minds,

no soul can sleep.

Just one little injection.

Three seconds, you’re gone.

Just another day

in the asylum where

your sent then you’re gone.

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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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