Haunting Himself

Mental asylums from decades past

There is a man out there, watching. Seeing the world through different eyes.

There is a man out there, listening. Yet, failing to capture all the cheer in each year.

He is haunted by the desire for a previous life. His uninviting family home.

Watching with a fragmented mind. Feels like he is paying for being half alive.

A disagreeable life. Afraid to show contentment. To enjoy the futile entertainment.

He sits sobbing, muttering, “please see me; please release me”

His weapon; benumbed. His strength; restrained. His questions; ignored. His time; concealed. His acumen; removed.

There is a man out there. Seems calm and collected in his asylum. His mental toughness lobotomized.

They drained his sanity and concerns. Claustrophobic false friends burying him alive.

He is left haunted by his supposed disorder. He is left haunted by his past serenity.

Captured as another casual experimentation. Forced to release his past self. As there will never be an end in sight.

He is now a shadow that can be defeated by the light.