Insane Asylum

I wrote this poem when I was put in a insane asylum for a week against my will. Doesn't seem like that bad but it was hard for me to get through and was a crazy experience.
I'm sitting here, white all around.
This room is quiet, there is no sound.
Through this whole in the wall, daylight I found.
I look through it every ticking second,
Only six more days I reckon.
Slower they get, faster I think.
My thoughts moving so fast, no time to blink.
So no I can not see you,
For it kills me to know
I have to stay here while you get to go.

By Jeff Pherson
Published: 3/13/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
Read Comments 
Use the feedback form below to submit your comments.
Your Comments:
Your Name:
Use the form below to email this article to your friends.
Recipient Email Address:
 Separate multiple email addresses by ;
Your Name:
Your Email Address: