Aslyum

These screams now heard
for many a year.
In my brain, in my brain
between silent tears.

A crescendo of screams
as eerie shrills
bellows in bass and tenors anew.

Unlikely nightly, to ever end slightly,
as an a cappella builds
scaring all but rising suns.

For an owl never hoots, a cow never moo's
in the padded cells of minds,
never free, never free.

To see the world, its sights and sounds.
The clank of money upon stone.
Clattering carriages, the sniff of perfume.
The mutifarious voice of birds call.

While in asylums doomed,
the rain fell through fog
without a pitter or patter
as screams grew louder and louder.