27 September 2012
I sit upon my throne of glass, Look across my land, The sea, the beaches, and the trees, The miles of stretching sand.
My heart is filled with gratitude, And hope at all my wealth, And yet the darkness creeps so quick, Defiant in its stealth.
I am Queen of all these lands, This place is mine to keep, And any benefits I make, My people, all, shall reap.
The Queen of Sand and beautiful, My peers adore my reign, It's a pity as I sit, That I am deemed 'insane'.
You see, my throne? A wheel chair, My wrists locked tight with steel, My 'beauty' masked by rolling eyes, The sands aren't nearly real.
I sit and stare with nothing more, And so I dream this place, Where I am not a 'mental' ward, I'm a well-known, healthy face.
Patient. • Opuss № I