I love the cemetery.
Everyone is dead, all is peaceful.
I love the graveyard.
The ghosts sing, talk, and dance with me.
I love the hospital.
The sick surround me, make me well.
I love the morgue.
The dead tell me their secrets.
I love prison.
I am free amongst those that aren't.
I love the shelters.
The homeless cannot harm me.
I love the asylum.
I am home.
Poet Link
10 November, 2009
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