Awaiting your arrival,
the excitement of a younger me
shouts with internal glee.
I must have missed (you), I must
submit to weak knees
and beg you pretty please
to open my offerings left from
Christmas day.
What can I say?
Welcome back to my state
of disarray- to humble hugs
and Winter wind whispers
below zero.
She questions-
where can we go?
A father-affected
frightens his daughter.
Broken families crumble
under the weight of uncertainty.
Antics of a frantic man-
lie us, awake at night.
Pacing halls,
windowless,
lights switched off.
Mind switched on in the darkness,
of the man she will never see anew.
A dead end is near,
loud and unclear.
The cycle is shear,
as is his life,
so what of his dear wife?
Left to muddle in a puddle of missing tears,
in remembrance of his battles over the years.
Agony is the cry of Rejuvenation,
she did not lose her will to live,
but gained the will to die.
Advantage seeks for her to find
the heaven which she had in mind.
Peace retreats in anticipation
as the gates await the king’s creation.
Impatience forces her impertinence,
mercy begs for eternal rest.
Forgive her if she's impolite,
for she's dying to see the sight
of an ending to this plight.
Speak of regret- I am destruction on the corner.
Money meets my hands,
my blackened heart steps
on sidewalk cracks,
breaking more than mothers backs.
I am broken with or without my sobriety.
Tangled in a society who wants
nothing to do with me.
Sold death to the desperate, lined my pockets with the finest gold.
Did my time on lies, I was told.
Twisted truths turn the wise into fools,
deceit’s on the edge to tempt us to lose.
Authoritarian eyes, unjust, given into monetary lust.
Welfare, well I care- climbing to the top of the ladder,
I look down to see the world shatter.
Corruption tosses me about, back-and-forth, sleep disruption.
Strings attached to horns appear as angel wings dancing about.