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 asylum

The asylum is quiet
I am quiet
I sometimes hear screams
Probably from other patients
Today is silent
Silence is the worst
Silence
Silence forces you to think
You also know the truth
That the spirits
The spirits of the other patients
Are broken
Broken
Broken
Broken
Just
Like
Me
The silence is louder than the screams
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