Paradise, a place for peace from discovered fears.
You delved my mind but I still breath the blues;
I've learned to survive with my feelings,
Endure the pain bordering on insane.
The serrated edge of your unspoken words
Hides discerning looks behind soft-spoken lines.
What help you've been --not clearly seen,
Perhaps within mists of speaking hides the key.
For me, this cannot be!
I've lived and believed this everyday;
Yet still beneath that edge, lies instability
Treading a tenuous ledge with decaying fetus,
Engaging my tightrope walking abilities.
What benifits exist retracing my life?
When routine does nothing but atrophy my mind,
Hampers progress,
Egresses the process of living creatively.
So: give me meat on which to eat,
Make my bed away from the dead,
Give me tools to swim from pools,
Take me away from insanities sway,
Give me life with no inner strife,
Rake my coals, revive my soul!
I'm here for help that holds substance,
Not to rehash, that which is old!!!
Step away and give me none of your lip,
I've sat your table and supped your wine,
Now I die and lay to rest, this relationship.
Honorable winner
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