WWW VIII: Asylum Wanderer

Words from the Whispering Woods: VIII

ASYLUM WANDERER

In the shade of a looming pine,
By the path to the high meadow,
I sit and watch those who do not see me.
Their ancestors
Made me suffer.
In tunnels and lairs
Below brick structures,
I felt the wrath
Of misguided treatments.
My sensitivity to sudden light
Was but a mild condition.
When they saw me
Fall to the floor
Convulsing,
Eyes rolled back,
I was sent here.
I was sent to my death.
Now I sit and watch
Those who do not see me.
Their fathers
Made me suffer.
This grudge will not end.
At night,
I float down the hills
And cry out to this town,
Never expecting reply
Or validation
Or apology
For what it has taken from me.