The other day 
I stood atop the old psychiatric center
and stared at the sky.
I marveled at the stars
and how close I felt to them,
while I was 12 stories of abandonment 
and insanity and torment high.
I couldn't help but truly feel the 
stars were like scars etched into the sky.
It made me think of the patients 
who were left to rot 
in the building I was standing on.
They looked so alive, yet
they were already dead.


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