Reflecting a state of mind
It is a perspiring wasteland
The effervescent heat of this land
I feel within the heavy rains of floating dreams
It seems it lasts a lifetime to find one’s center
To be uplifted
To not let open wounds knock us into oblivion
It is a copacetic playground
Where do we drift?
Where do we belong?
Kids all grown
Do we carry on?
Is a celibate marriage worth sacrificing your essence?
Thrown to the floor face first
Should I bleed?
Or go bloody mad?
Will the wily man win?
When will my redeemer arrive?
Save my soul from eternal destruction
I swivel in this chair
I don’t want to keep destroying my child’s eyes with these fights
Shall I eschew my mate?
I am lachrymose
I can’t breathe in any more pain
He is parsimonious with me
No lover can I call him
Maybe now a terrifying foe
All my ideas, my being is impugn to him
Maybe I’ll write blazonry poems to him
Press his thighs with the heat of this night
No I recoil
I am mutinous
A stranger to myself
He says I am slothful
My heart is dangling on a string
Barely hanging on in this once blissful home
Maybe I’ll just become a pagan
A Buddhist or a Beatnik
Then hatred will surely be his snare
Better to walk outdoors
Yet I linger on yesterday’s dreams
Unsure if my destiny will be any better than this
His ruse allowed me to say I do
To negate my hopes and dreams
To abandon my homeland
To live this stranger’s life
Surely one day I will ensue a new love if I ever recover from this
But for now I am caught in a maelstrom of confusion
Unsure if I can even breathe through the body of dungeons lost