Psych Ward Diaries

In fluorescent wards where the mind gnaws at itself, Psych Ward Diaries lingers on obsession’s edge. Memory becomes ritual, love a diagnosis. The poems circle the same wound—wanting, ruminating, unable to release the ghost of someone gone—until longing ferments into lucid madness and the hands learn to write through the ache of wanting someone who will never return.

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