Asylum

Walking along this hallway,
The white paint won't hide it from me.
I know that it's all white,
But that doesn't mean I can't see.

I see the men in their chairs rocking,
Bald women holding their hair.
Nurses wearing white uniforms,
None of them seem to care.

Painful screams in the room next door.
Stifled laughter from the one on the end.
The man stood right in front of me,
He has no need to pretend.

His face is twisted in horror,
Yet a strange quaint smile he wears.
His white robe tells me he's one of them,
He's one that believes he's a pair.

His hands reached out to grab me.
I stumble and fall back a pace.
They all disappeared in front of me.
And I'm back to the same white place.

I turned then too the sales woman,
Her face a picture of concern,
Not really for my mental health.
But at the prospect she wont earn.

I asked her about it's past,
She remained sketchy on the facts.
She lied about what it was...
But I'd seen through all the cracks.

Perhaps I too would have been here.
Gone mad from seeing the way back.
Maybe that's why I'll end up buying it...
To join the insane on the rack.
©Odd