Give me shelter
My mind
has shattered
before an unimaginable force
Give me a home
I am an alien
to my own soul
My mirror reflects a stranger
Give me protection
The battle I have seen
internally is but devils
running amok
Give me peace
An opiate to draw me down
within a quiet white room
where I may rest
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Very cool.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
You really caught the sense of desperation and panic that comes from being put in an asylum. It’s a shame that people look at them as horrible places instead of institutions that can help those in dire need.
Thank you, so true!! 🙂 🙂
powerful stuff, reminds me of Mushroom season, tried thinking of angels but could only see the fallen ones within.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Yeah, I have days where I feel this way. Just need to collect my poor little brain from being bludgeoned but the world out there. A nice asylum… I kind of think that is what I am missing right now in my life… a place to go to get away from it all.
LOL, that is one way of looking at asylums!! 🙂 🙂
Amazing work Helen, you write masterfully on every topic and your work cover such a huge range of topics
Thanks so much!!! 🙂 🙂
I can so relate to your line of “my mirror reflects a stranger.”
Wow, that really rang true here.
Another excellent poem, Helen. Keep it up. You have a real gift
Thank you so much, that is so kind! 🙂
Ok, so I’m not the ONLY one who wakes up early… I just wrote a story about it…
LOL, my side of the world it is now almost 6pm. But I do get up early…usually just before 5am to give me time to get ready for work, blog for an hour or so, then walk to work to be there before 7am. 🙂
Ah…. that makes sense… For some reason I thought you were in the same time zone as me.