Here's a little poem I wrote off the top of my head one day. Not that it weighed me down, being on my noggin, just had to make room for something else.
Hope you enjoy!
Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream
A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams
Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage
The stage, surrounded by noisy throng
Some hawking wares secured with tongs
Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs
One standing above, above any reproach
Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach
A coach who stores the team behind padded walls
Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream
For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams
Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.
by John T. M. Herres