THE TRUE COST OF INSANITY By Oliver Plaice, www.PoetryPoem.com/oliverspoems Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
She felt isolated alone like
which set in – burning...
like brimstone to the core
and got to the heart of the matter quickly!
She spoke to her invisible friends
inside her empty head saying...
'Come out to play'
but they never would
they just tormented her and made her cry
She felt alone like hell most days
and most days those flames felt real, and burning
scorching screaming sirens making their play
men in uniforms ready to take her far away...
Stretcher with body lying low now she feels
what her friends are like she's playing with them...
fastening tight enraptured in delight
this poor human being will never know how the true world feels -
B...
Written 6 July 2014
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