high in the sky,
the birds fly,
looking down at the world.
deep down
underground,
the sound of
the world above
destroys
the natural choirs
of purity.
on the ground,
i stand,
lost in thoughtless
despair,
i have not moved
in 24 years.
Not Long Left
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-it-as-it-is/
