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It was a place
that lay abandoned in the sun,
still smelling faintly of fear and despair.
It was a place
that people preferred to avoid
even before it was abandoned, but now
the old mental hospital was positively repellant.
It was a place
that would have been easier to avoid
if it had stayed in the same space, but no,
it moved – or seemed to move –
and at any rate the fire department was tired
of hearing it had burned down
only to find it lurking on its lot in the morning.
It was a place
that the crazy people had said was alive
but nobody believed them
until it was too late.
It was a place
banished from its own dimension, alone here
except for its food, which sometimes it spoke to.
October 15 2009, 13:04:52 UTC 11 years ago
I totally dig the ending to this poem! >;)
October 17 2009, 05:34:23 UTC 11 years ago
Yay!
October 17 2009, 22:52:27 UTC 11 years ago