They have me chained in this noisome cell
With its smells, its moans and shrieks,
No wonder they call it Bedlam for
I haven't slept in weeks,
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Impressed, you describe the madhouse, oh dear, tears again, such terrible abuses, my hope to never happen again in a place supposed to get rid of pain instead of creating it...
Very nice letter with shed of truth presented in this poem really.