The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours
The way in is clear, but there’s no way out on show

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.

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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