First Impressions of The Psych Ward

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  1. Endless hallways
    Passing ghosts
    Empty faces
    swallowed by their being
    Drawn down
    into to the invisible planes
    Drained of knowledge,
    of their fate
    Held in the hands of their assessors
    of powers of determination
    In these endless days,
    those who wander here are lost
    For miles through the wilderness
    of confusion and shattered life
    Scattered in slow-motion flight
    throughout the corridors of
    disillusionment and despair,
    and forsaken reality
    For what was real no longer is
    And spirits have died
    in these endless hallways
    I am terrified
    that I’m inside
    and afraid
    of wanting to be alive…

  2. Sad_Rabbit

    Sad_Rabbit Well-Known Member

    Excellent. Thanks.
  3. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    "...afraid of wanting to be alive" - that's so... I can't describe how that feels to me when I read it, but it's surely a work of genius.

    You think too little of yourself, my friend. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Your words are your strength. Use them to fight back against the despair and fatigue. You will prevail.


  4. kindtosnails

    kindtosnails Staff Alumni

    That was...incredible.
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