Where
richness is darkness flooded with sparks to morph
into
lightning lies a wounded child struggling to break
a
wealth of chains where love constructed said chains.
She
was hell to an infant heart to build a mansion of
iron
with purpose to infuse a young lad with esoteric bolts.
I
mourn for departure a union rooted in death to infuse
life
where she was oblivious to such a system. There’s
a
force to dwell beneath a surface ever to pull for reason
to
assail a past long beyond reach for rhythm. I awake
in
segments to touch in parts a world dying of decay;
where
lost without is ever to find within a palace for a
mental
soul. She perished to greet joy a door closed to a
public
heart with want for a husband’s paradise. Said
husband
beat to destroy unsaid resilience to tame a
wretched
beauty; for she died a feeling of ugliness desperate
to
flee a psychic mirror where freebase offered a home of
kisses.
I privileged a state of utopia ever embarrassed with
want
for luxuries ever buried in the face of an ostrich. We
carried
for storms to witness multiple deaths where personalities
morphed
into callous dispositions to find a seated need for
compassion.
Such came with addendums where wantonness
bathed
in misery with need to break free. I cry roses without
a
grave to mourn that that has become the beauty in which
she
sought. Such is terrible lost for ashes to sprinkle to sea
even
to partake of said ashes. We died this way found in a
rhythm impartial to
stubbornness closed in by stiffness.
