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Asylum

My asylum allows the rain
to wet me
snow and cold surrounds me
Being uncomfortable reminds
me
that I am alive
My asylum is random, unplanned
a temporary respite
from what
is taken for
granted
My asylum is skin covered
bone
and gray matter
no instruction manual
needed
My asylum is disconnected
erratic, damaged
on the
marked down
aisle
of misfit articles
My asylum is mine
I won't share
nor will I
let it be seen
by you
or anyone.

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  • Asylum

About the creator

Nelson Linscott

Maine born and raised, a product of the 1960's, liberal thinker, writer, photographer, poet, book collector, fountain pen enthusiast, amateur historian, reader, Beat Generation Follower, cancer...