This is the second in what will probably be a trio of asylum-themed poems for another story I'm working on called the Mental Wraiths, which takes place in a psychiatric hospital with a terrible history.
The book might be divided into three parts; The Patients, The Wraiths, and The Outsiders.
Dogwoods sway every which way
Kissing the air with their blooms
Tree-claws scratch as we pass
And far off, thunder booms.
Summoned from a collective dream
Urgent and sweet, but then the teeth
A world we weren't part of, woven by grief
So on we go till the the day falls asleep.
Murky blue twilight deepens its face
It speaks to us from a hostile place
A million tears, and ugly years
Waiting for ages for us to come here.
Windows like eyes, glass like fangs
Leaning and groaning a wordless harangue.
Warning signs plead half-seen, half-real
In the fog of forgotten ordeals.
Hallways changed like a broken train
Leading patients on to their doom
This halfway house for the truly insane
Who to this day still wander the gloom
Staff members remained, but they aren't the same
Warped into tools for a harrowing game
Everyone asks but who takes the blame?
The oppressors are dead, and here lies their shame
As we explore and the specters come through
Elsewhere coils like the devil's intestines
Choking another, a wicked vine grew.
For all these years, for you we are destined.
The light of reason shines and it burns
Cold and mean as the wheel of life turns
Want is honed and evil learns
And even in death, the spirits yearn.