031. Inside The Asylum

Strapped inside a tight straight jacket I regain consciousness my head is spinning like an old top I open my eyes slowly looking at the white padded walls I try to rise but am unable to move It was my mind for me to use not for them to play with asking me silly questions and making notes or muttering observations to a battered tape recorder They think I have lost my mind but it was mine to give away to who it was passed does not matter any more I can’t get it back for some time Screams of the other inmates echo round the cells chasing the hysterical laughter of those next door I still have my heart beating inside my chest they can’t take it away nor can they play with that as I still love I finally rise from the cold floor stumbling to the window looking out at the trees and listening to the bird I stumble to the bed and fall back onto it the white straight jacket cuts into my arms as I roll into a ball and begin to howl