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