Mental institute Poems
I Do Not Remember
by Reka McCain
As I hesitated to enter this dull yet rickety house
i tripped to what seemed like an old blouse.
It was torn, old, rugged, and had holes through it
and it seemed as if someone had torn the zip.
I looked around to see whom might roam about
I stummbeled upon an old mirror connected mount.
It not only told me to leave but showed me the truth
......
I Do Not Remember
by Reka McCain
As I hesitated to enter this dull yet rickety house
i tripped to what seemed like an old blouse.
It was torn, old, rugged, and had holes through it
and it seemed as if someone had torn the zip.
I looked around to see whom might roam about
I stummbeled upon an old mirror connected mount.
It not only told me to leave but showed me the truth
......
