Pilgrim

Fränz Müller

Wandering the overgrown grounds

the very earth seems to weep

and between the broken bricks and dying trees

we find the potters field

unmarked graves containing lost years, lives deemed disposable.

I stand, and see, and remember.

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  • Friendship

    Pilgrim State Psychiatric Hospital on Long Island. I heard so many Horror stories of this place growing up on the Island.

    • Fränz Müller

      It is indeed Pilgrim Psychiatric Center. That place has ghosts in every sense of that word.

    • sorenbarrett

      Sad and most melancholic but so well worded a fave



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