Wednesday 29 February 2012

Musings of a sickly mind

I raised my voice above the masses and released a triumphant cry. I was radiant; I glowed so bright that the sun was cast into shadow. I walked with a swagger and a sway, I marched on the downbeat, I sung the melody of glory, I danced the steps of liberty and I flew on gilded angel wings.

I flew from the tallest tower and was baptised on my landing.

I am not so strange, bound to my bed in the corner. I am happier than before.

Have sanity and society abandoned me or did I leave them?

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