Finding Answers

Is this the life I wanted 
And could never see 
For life is perplexed in ways to man 


The depth of indebtedness 

With madness attaché like a bug 

Where no value in monetary terms 

Can in any shape, form or step 

Relief an enduring gust of hunger  

Though try as it may, in superficial regard 

From out of the blue, it comes into light  

And with such light so strong, so yield  

Overwhelming with addiction of its kind 

To find roses sat in chest cavity 

Guarded by t’ thorn of ribs a’ bladed leaves as muscle 

To alarm motionless, what tender required  

And it seeks more of accompany  

To share a union of life in memory 

For when absent, life in meaning is left corrupt  

Sick like madness 

Caged in the chest and mind bewildered

Where destitute begs to be hanged