Laugh Alone

[Lioness_Heart]

My corridor is an interesting place... it's not generally inspirational, but I made up this rather spur-of-the-moment poem yesterday when I was trying to work. It should (hopefully) give people an idea of what this corridor is like, and I'd quite like some feedback as I'm trying to get more into poetry but am not, as yet, very good...


You laugh alone.
High and cold above radiator hiss.
Soaring wild, savage;
Guttural.

The Asylum Laugh,
Above dull thuds and moans,
White corridors, flashing lights,
Alone

I am sane.
Clock-ticks recall reality;
Remembrance of chuckles, giggles,
Pure and high,
Glassy

Notes of madness.
Your laughter terrifies me;
Please stop.

[kiz_paws]

I liked this poem, Lioness. Never give your own judgement on yourself as a poet -- just pour yourself into your words and let the rest sort itself out.

Great descriptions, clear concise stanza, yes this was very enjoyable, bravo. :)