Learning Experiences

 In the darkness, I found a group

Of broken hearts and abandoned youth

Their voices rose, traumas clamoring

For compassion, but the stammering 

From the therapists and their families

Only caused a ruckus in the prison.

Where their minds have forbidden

An easy end to this suffering:

 "In this place, there is No healing."

So we go our separate ways, 

The skies flashed red, black, and gray

Too overwhelmed to help our brothers

Too lost to help our sisters find each other

And pull them from the brink of death

Where Satan whispered, "Here is your rest".

Under the dorms, here at this school, 

So many prisoners, so many ghouls,

I cannot save their growing minds

When they block me every time. 

The dark of night is where we walk, 

The drapes unveil, our torments talk.

Night and day, from dawn to dusk,

Our favorite spots now carry dust. 

They've closed the door in my face,

Without reason or rhyme given to the space,

And under the dorms, these monsters laugh

As they tear into their minds with wrath.