Bound to the Earth
A wraith in poor disguise
A fountainhead of hurt
Erupting from the eyes
This waterfall of pain
Cascading all around
Creates a toxic stain
Where only death is found
I cast my gaze above
Toward the crystal spheres
That lofty land of love
Beyond my sea of tears
Out past the path of Mars
Where only angels fly
I long to meet the stars
Be buried in the sky
Psych Ward Poetry
Set 4, Poem 6