The Institution

by Brienne *LEO* - Not entered

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In the institution,
With four white walls,
And a door with a dead bolt, lock and key.
A small window in the door, 
With iron bars over  it.
And another small window,
In the upper part of the left wall.
Daylight shines through on to my bed,
And hits me in the face.
The endless insanity,
That put me in this place.
This is my own Hell,
My own torture.
But I’m trapped,
With no where to go.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-07-19 21:34:58
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:38
Poem ID: 47617

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