Where Is the Sun

Attempts to walk, but every step leads into a sinkhole Narrow escapes from the sinkhole, but can't move, one leg always chained Sometimes the chains come off, and I walk dragging the chains with me In and out of institutions, a frequent flyer, a nuisance The audience watch from far, and my "dear" friends only give quick hugs And leave, running as fast, and those family visits are tainted with fear So I walk in my shackles, my mind with its many mountains Some I wish I could climb, and just jump, just to be forgotten Some I wish I could create, maybe build some stairs on them and water ways to slide on I wish I could feel the depth of happiness I wish I could hold on to a flying kite, and come close to the colors of the rainbow The audience whispers a lot, and some "dear" friends sympathize But they always leave, and the family members only come close when i am medicated August 5th 2015 Sponsor Nathan D. Contest Name Mental Illness