A Different Kind of Asylum.

He left me in a puddle there-

he said, "This is the one safe place for you.

Come, you will not be forsaken."

But lies can live anywhere one plants them.

He planted many

and they flowered into beautiful promises

that will never be.

So that asylum he spoke of,

that safe place for me to land and live.

was a garden of gorgeous colors that wilt

under the slightest built of scrutiny.

I wish to go back to then.

Let me find asylum,

in something more than just empty eyes and hollow words.

Anyone, someone, please- take me home.