What makes me human?

What makes me human?

Sometimes Rosie isn't sure who she is. She was just recently taken into the asylum and she's already forgetting who she is. The decent into insanity is a hard path to be stuck on. Written in free verse poetry

published on September 26, 2017not completed

Rosie and the night

Nights in the asylum are always fun
Hear the screeching
Smell the blood
Taste the insanity
I sit alone
I let myself give into night
They think I'm crazy
I'm just not crazy
They are
I'm in prison for nothing
Next to me
Sleeping
In separate cells
There is Lola
Cat
M A R I A N N E
Marianne is really crazy
She cries every night
She says she couldn't save them
Says it's her fault they are dead
Of course she is wrong
Death would be okay
It's quiet, but not silent
You don't  hear scared little girls cry
In the Night
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