These walls, they fall away like rain

Coming to wash away sins of the soul

Nestled deep within the catacombs

Of mindful tombs

Live shiny sparks of electricity

That continue to burn holes

Expensive powder legally prescribed

Are hired to to hide until further notice

To keep us from remembering

That we do not belong

The internal war renders us void of any say-so

Brushed aside, ignored we must remain

Like fallen angels

Chained to the ground

Freedom from this cold loneliness is sweet like honey

But it lives beyond reach

The fortress of bees

Waiting to penetrate with their needles

Keep us so close and so far away

In front of your normal eyes

I am invisible

Believing I have yet to earn or deserve

A taste of honey

I look around

I see so many just like me

Misunderstood angels chained to the ground

Through sins unfounded

I want to blend in with normal society, too

But you say I am not ready yet

And I don’t know how to be ready yet

I’m drowning, please don’t describe the water

Just help me get out…


Blessed Be


Written 11/16/2009

After the morning vital sign check in the psych ward