Asylum
By AJ O’Brien.
Shadows turn to dust
voices melting
slipping to the floor,
reality
tumbling memories,
an unwanted smile.
Far away echoes
charred remains, a distant place.
A graveyard secret
mistakes stain her mind.
Someone to love forever
meaningless thoughts that float away.
Incarcerated shadows 
Haunting word, Alan. I can relate…
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Thank you so much Kaddie.
I appreciate your comments.
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Always my pleasure. 😊
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I hope you don’t mind me saying,
but there seems to be a typo in your
poem, Wings.
It reads “leaf” rather than “leap”. ☺️
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Thank you so much! Will fix. ☺️
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Reminds me Alan of when we let the past of all our mistakes creep into our present.
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Thank you Michele.
And you are so right.
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powerful! So many dark secrets and despair.
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You’re very kind.
Thank you.
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Tragic, Alan.
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Thank you very much Anna.
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There’s so much movement in your haunting poem…. I feel myself floating, tumbling, and being carried faraway. Your words mesmerize me as always, Alan. ❤
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An awesome comment.
Thank you so much my friend. 💕😊💕
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A thrill every time I visit you! xo
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😊❤️😊
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Your words are so powerful in their ability to be personally interpreted by the reader. I so enjoy reading your work.
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An absolutely amazing comment.
That means so much to me.
Thank you.
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I read this just before posting my latest. It spoke to me, probably not as you, the writer, intended, but as me, the reader, selfishly interpreted it to fulfill my needs. Brilliant and needed, thank you!
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Thank you very much.
I’m pleased that you liked my poem.
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I like the way you give just enough information to convey the emotion, but let your readers use their own imagination to fill in the details. That she is haunted by her past comes across clearly, exactly what is her past is enticingly vague. Great job, Alan!
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Thank you Ann.
Your thoughts are so right.
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I like this idea of being trapped, both in and by, our memories. You have captured many images within this piece which enable the reader to use their own imagination. Good work.
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Many Thanks Chris.
You have interpreted the poem so well.
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Loved the imagery. Awesome poem 😊
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Thank you so much. 😊
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You’re most welcome. 😊
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