Shivering softly.
Sounds of laughter and joy are elusive here.
Sadness echoes in the long cold corridors.
Subtle wisps of icy chill dance around the quiet.
Silent people mouth
Silent prayers to
Silent gods.
Slowly the hope has waned.
Soundlessly being replaced by fear and
Sorrow.
Such is the way.
Sociologists probing the minds of the mad.
Suddenly all madmen are one and
Snap back.
Stubborn minds are crushed by the insanity.
Still tears on
Sad faces as the last of those are not
Start to be.
Sorrow as
Society bites at them.
Solemn as they are destroyed to make way for others in their bodies.
Screams erupt from a
Single figure as it is engulfed in entirety.
Smoke clears the figure is gone and a creation of
Society walks away in its form.

Matthew Robertson
17 April 1997-25 November 1998