I'm not sure this one is finished yet, but here's what I have so far!

It’s not fair,
How you’ve kept me here,
Encased in this glass,
Where you can watch,
But far from my eyes,
I cannot catch you,
As desperate as I am to,
Out of my hands,
I am patiently pacing,
Is my existence still calamitous?
I tend to be a wind,
That disaster rides in,

In pursuit of a path,
That may lead us back,
Consulting the constellations,
For their sagacious advice,
Heed their warning,
“Don’t let this pragmatic world ruin you”

Hello hello! I hope this hasn't been previously posted, I just found this poem in a notebook and thought I would put it up since I haven't been writing much lately!

A hopeful lie,
meticulous and sly,
departing sanity,
embracing empathy,
a sad solid plot,
to drive a pair to part,
bring a loaded past to light,
reiterate me into sight,
you cannot look beyond,
what lines the surface.