Asylum, a haven for lost souls,
A place of refuge, a shelter from the cold.
Where broken hearts and weary minds,
Find solace, in the midst of endless binds.
Within these walls, there lies a world,
A world of pain, of love, of fear, unfurled.
For here, the broken find their voice,
A chance to heal, to make a choice.
The corridors echo with silent screams,
Of those who have faced life's cruel schemes.
But in this asylum, they find a home,
Where acceptance and understanding roam.
The walls are adorned with tales untold,
Of shattered dreams, and hearts that fold.
Yet, in this chaos, there is a beauty,
Of resilience, of hope, of true duty.
The doctors and nurses, with a gentle touch,
They mend the wounds, that hurt so much.
With patience and love, they heal the scars,
And guide the lost, towards the stars.
In this asylum, there is no judgment,
No fear, no hatred, no resentment.
Just broken souls, finding their way,
Towards a brighter, more hopeful day.
So let us not fear the word asylum,
For in this sanctuary, there is no denial.
Just a place of healing, of love, of grace,
Where broken pieces, find their rightful place.


Authorship by Dr. Dashaun Snipes
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