I cry plastic yearning tears <br />to be released from these years <br />My friends are in the sound <br />they help heal the scars where I'm bound <br />The stories I write with this pen <br />live live through my eyes again and again <br />There are places I call my own <br />a crown of thorns and an electric throne <br />This is the age where people decide <br />which birds will walk and which will fly <br />Now I stand here under the star filled skies <br />asking the constelations why life lives and dies <br />What is the purpose of the flesh I must ask <br />if it is only to fill out papers and complete tasks <br />I never cared much for the shape of my face <br />from my eyes plastic tears fall from grace.<br /><br />Cheryl McDonnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plastic-yearning-tears/
