By: Mark Tulin In the Asylum I remember the voices in the asylum. The screams bouncing off the walls. Nurses dropping pills into paper cups. The aides rolling blood-pressure monitors down the halls. All the doors were locked, the windows were faded, visitors had to be approved and enter at their own risk. No sharps…
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‘In the Asylum’ and other poems by Mark Tulin – Literary Yard
Crow On The Wire 
While I have never been admitted, what you describe in your poem seems very accurate to what I have been shared by others who have.
I feel, if I were addressed to such a place the delicate balance I work with would crumble and I would spiral out never to leave.
Yes, I’ve worked in such places. While many get better, some do crumble. Thanks for your point of view, Moony. 🙏🏻