My thoughts are scattered across the world
To the horizon and back again
My love is bursting me down the side
Splitting me in half, my body opened wide
My memories go from gold to black
My heart from this to that
My conscious is both good and ill
The way in which I see myself if awfully pain-filled
Distorted and grotesque
The thumping of my breast
Cased within is my heart d’eased
Ripped open wide for all to see
The gremlin and the scoundrel work
Together plotting and planning this book
In which my life goes merely array
While the subfusc of litter and rain decay
My soul which has been so plum
So full of joy during my short run
But the last that’s on my super tray
Is a morsel more of hearty dismay
The beggar and the user quarrel for their rights
While dining under the alley ways’ light
For this is the state of the world that was once fair?
Once blossoming with beauty love and care?
I see now the torment the horror and the lies
I see the world diminishing with all the incestuous flies
I see the earth on which there was new growth
Now a colossal sphere of worms decidedly gross
Wriggling and waning, dividing and invading each others nest of dirt
This life they’re captive of; reincarnations of the goodness they weren’t
To have faith is to dream To be hopeful is a blunder
Do I stand patiently in this pouring rain and just wait for my thunder?
I wonder
If this is the route that sows my seeds
Gives me the grace I need
The path that will eventually lead
To a blessing in disguise
A present for this ride
That I have endured
Will I be cured?
From the pangs I take with me everywhere
From the rain clouds that shower on my every care?
Will I get there?
To the horizon and back again
My love is bursting me down the side
Splitting me in half, my body opened wide
My memories go from gold to black
My heart from this to that
My conscious is both good and ill
The way in which I see myself if awfully pain-filled
Distorted and grotesque
The thumping of my breast
Cased within is my heart d’eased
Ripped open wide for all to see
The gremlin and the scoundrel work
Together plotting and planning this book
In which my life goes merely array
While the subfusc of litter and rain decay
My soul which has been so plum
So full of joy during my short run
But the last that’s on my super tray
Is a morsel more of hearty dismay
The beggar and the user quarrel for their rights
While dining under the alley ways’ light
For this is the state of the world that was once fair?
Once blossoming with beauty love and care?
I see now the torment the horror and the lies
I see the world diminishing with all the incestuous flies
I see the earth on which there was new growth
Now a colossal sphere of worms decidedly gross
Wriggling and waning, dividing and invading each others nest of dirt
This life they’re captive of; reincarnations of the goodness they weren’t
To have faith is to dream To be hopeful is a blunder
Do I stand patiently in this pouring rain and just wait for my thunder?
I wonder
If this is the route that sows my seeds
Gives me the grace I need
The path that will eventually lead
To a blessing in disguise
A present for this ride
That I have endured
Will I be cured?
From the pangs I take with me everywhere
From the rain clouds that shower on my every care?
Will I get there?
By Adrienne Allmen : New Classic Beauty : http://www.newclassicbeauty.com/
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