Insane Assylum

The wind recites it's dark oath,
as the branches sway in an erie off-beat harmony.
Their dimly cast shadows dance,
upon egg-shell white paint,
spread upon four walls,
In a square room, shallow and cold.
There are four corners to sit in, alone, forever.
He who resides here sees his horrible fate on the horizon every evening.
Like the sun, it is a slowly decaying death, in which his light fades away before his time.
He excepts his fate and brings it upon himself knowingly.
Two windows peer out into the dark world,
camouflaged in sun rays.
A membrane seperates this place from the world.
It is not permeable.
A hard line was drawn in the construction of this refuge.
It is a place to escape to and to hide in,
yet here he resides,
Forever.

This is his mind,
where he is a refugee.
He is I and I am He.

Finding Beauty in Ugly Places,
Sam.