I see your thoughts on marriage
I have been, eloped since I was 6
To God, not that I use that 3 letter
Word that often anymore. I ask
Is any one worth this type of pain
I hear the doctors of every suite
I hear the same old, me versus
The cold flat floor, battling for
What some don't even call life.
They wonder why I am fire in the day
Hell raised and at night I fetus like
Misscarraiged womb, I manage to mix
A different prayer with other posture
A supplication remedy I have not tried yet.
Surely, an escape artist, in theory, can
escape anything, before it is too late.
The desolation at the close, is what it feels
Like, upon judgement day, when heaven gates
Too do close, and the cold, is much too cold.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
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