Member Poem

this world is a beautiful asylum
before our eyes, unimaginable things
streams, an eagle, forest dreams
marvel and wonder of created things
cars, castles cathedrals
through the halls of this asylum
a hypnotic soundtrack plays
you are happy, everything is okay
it's going to be a good day
this is perfectly normal, this is perfectly fine
except, we have this nagging feeling that it's not
in spite of all the loveliness
we are haunted by the grays
shifting shadows that give us glimpses
of something less than wonderful, pristine
we can't quite see it
the blurring as darkness battles light
and amongst all the pleasant voices of the choir
singing of how happy and lucky we are
one, if they are listening
can detect a subtle, wailing scream
someone knows, someone understands
their words different than the rest
can you hear that whispered wail?
"lies, lies, lies"
the detected and distinguished should disturb you
instead, you have a strange sense of comfort
you're not alone, you're not mad
you're a resident of the asylum but
you don't belong, this isn't your place
and now you walk the halls with greater appreciation
as you can clearly see decay afloat in the air
the paint peeling from the facade
and you contemplate the face of God
the wailing voice becomes your guide
leading you, leading you, leading you
Home...