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Death All Around

March 14, 2015 Adrienne Brown 2 Comments

Someone has lead me to an insane asylum. Death is his name.

As we walk the streets of entry, I am reminded of an evil place.

Not a place I‘ve been before, But yet familiar.

An overwhelming sense of coldness and desperation has surrounded my

entire being.

This place defines evil. Heartache and despair. Every place my eyes rest, I see pain.

Many people thrown about the grounds. Men, women, young and old. Death stays by my side.

Lying naked, their eyes watched us. My ghostly host and I, as we slowly passed from their sight.

The stench is one of incredible power. Bitter to the taste. A power that grasped your entire insides, spilling them outward. I try to escape their gaze, but can not. For their probing eyes, also, renders me captured.

Although I feel trapped in this place. Somehow, I know that I have the freedom to leave.

Unlike my gaping assembly. For they are trapped within death. So I turn away from them, hiding my face.

Death’s powerful force overtakes me. Controlling my movements. Forcing me to come out of hiding, And I can not resist it. Death.

More despair greets me. I cry. Beg, and plead, with my captor. But my voice, is lost, only heard, within me. I asked what does this mean? Why must this be? Death stood. silent.

Grasping out of my soul, out of my mind, out of my zombified slumber.

I pursued life, love and happiness. Screaming.

If I could only retrieve realness, I could save me.

If I could grasp a hold of it, pull it back into myself.

I would be able to save the inner spirits and myself from

witnessing this cruel and ungodly end.

But yet, I was asleep.

Copyright © 1994 Adrienne A. Brown

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  1. Darleen
    March 14, 2015 - 5:33 am

    Wow. Powerful

    • SMModica
      March 18, 2015 - 4:00 pm

      Thank you, sorry it took so long for the reply. I’m just figuring out how to do it!

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