Idyllic Studies

I’m in the land of the sick and the sad.

Wounds fester and tears erupt.
In a maelstrom of sorrow,
happiness corrupts.

I see the souls that live here.
I see their sorrow and sadness and pain.
I feel it all like blood coursing through my veins.

I’m in the land of the sick and the sad.
Send help—there’s happiness to be had.