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En dikt som jag skrev när jag låg inlagd på mentalsjukhus

The Madhouse Memoirs

In the halls of the asylum, where darkness resides
Lies Miss Braw, a figure shrouded in secrets and sights
Her pale, porcelain skin, marked by the weight of despair
Her eyes, like windows to a world beyond repair

Within those cold, sterile walls, she roams alone
In a labyrinth of madness, her mind overthrown
Whispers echo through the corridors, haunting and bleak
As she dances with shadows, a melancholic mystique

Her hair, once vibrant, now tangled and wild
A reflection of the chaos that resides in her mind
She speaks in riddles, her words a twisted symphony
Lost in the depths of her own dark fantasy

But amidst the madness, a flicker of light
A glimmer of hope, a chance to take flight
For within her fractured soul, a strength does reside
A resilience that refuses to be denied

So, let us delve into the depths of her tale
A gothic journey through the asylum's veil
Where Miss Braw's spirit lingers, forever bound
In the haunting halls of the mental hospice, profound

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Publicerad 2023-11-05 21:44

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