White jacket buckles are breaking,
Sanity is mine for the taking.
I just need a plan to escape,
In my mind it begins to take shape.
Distraction from another trapped.
Then through the door, I studied the map.
Passed the white walls and all the white tiles.
These corridors go on for miles and miles.
Slipping unseen through the last gate.
Sending my last hopes to the others fate.
Running bare foot on the green grass.
The feel of its softness as each foot pass.
Oh to have colour back in my days.
bringing sanity to everything beneath this metal haze.
©Odd
Based on a recent dream I had of my attempts to break out of a asylum. Luckily in this poems I don't have to break out at night and return before the morning...
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