Waverly Hills

The halls were full of deep despair

As I walked passed empty rooms.

It was clear that people suffered,

You could feel their presence loom.

The air was sick, and smelled of mold,

As it made my stomach weak.

I had the urge to stop and rest…..

But I buckled at my knees.

Slowly I walked down the hall..

I pause at an opened door,

I saw a dark figure looming;

And then it moved across the floor.

My hair was raised upon my neck,

As I felt an evil burn,

For three long scrapes across my back,

An entity had been confirmed.

-Antony King

 

(An excerpt from my lockdown experience at Waverly Hills Sanatorium Oct.2012)

 

 

 

The Waverly Hills Sanatorium  Louisville Ky.