Earth Bound
1:28 PM
A poem by
Amanda Wells
In the morning
I do cry
Neither artist or staple mind
Separated, I am wondering
From my people, I am fumbling
Stuck halfway between
Two separate worlds
Now I'm permitted entrance neither
I thought two doors would be twice as many
But two doors has become neither of any
Cast away, homeland deserter
But in the new land, just a foreigner
And my people out across the world
Long for their hearts
My hands outstretched
I've never felt so misunderstood
I want to be
Up in the clouds
Never realized
How much I hate the ground
Average day to day
Makes my heart drown
Not drown, no
Go numb, rather
That my heart leaps
At the the thought of alternative
But there beside me..
It does remind me..
That earth is where I am.
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