Is this the life I wanted
And could never see
For life is perplexed in ways to man
The depth of indebtedness
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
powerful thoughts here. Guarded by t’ thorn of ribs a’ bladed leaves as muscle - how beautifully poetic, I adore than line!
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