God took something from me
The thing that was never mine
Life can be a gem you see
Shown through innocent eyes
Which still smile
Which causes me to cry
Because I could be so weak
To fall for the traps
Laid out for me, for myself to grow.
You stop me in mid monologue
Still smiling, in some way
I shall talk of death and decadence
But not here, not now, not in that way
Even in hurt, with tempest dismay
I am more forever glued
To the word we could not say
Which led you quicker to the truth
While struggle snares me here
I will stop thinking, I will pray.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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