Left Glancing Upwards

Glancing upwards from the ground,
I pine for those now looking down.
I watch the others take to wing,
Hear the wind through feathers sing,
Enraptured in its solemn sound.

The angels tell me all they've found
Is pain which hunts them, dogged hound.
But I'm the one tied with cold string,
Left glancing upwards.

What I'd give to be so crowned,
With flesh for feathers to surround
In spite of all such pain they'd bring.
Still, I can't fly; I'm but a "thing,"
Inhuman, one forever bound,
Left glancing upwards.

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