His Thoughts

"Ever since I left,
I've felt a little sad,
even in this time i know,
i will never be so glad.

As to life,
incomprehensible passion,
wrapped away in seasons passing,
hidden to the simple folk;
Life without meaning,
is just another joke.

Peace, as if a river,
cannot flow,
for life is so tempting,
as is my deep down lows.'

Fallen, like an angel,
lost amongst the scene,
brought to bitter strengths,
trying hard to ween.

Waking in a cold sweat,
hoping not to dream,
that life slowly moving,
deep inside of she.

It is a task to wake,
as if i am part from the human race,
locked inside a chasm,
filled to choking space,
strangling me to spastism.

To touch is lust,
as if in deed,
one simply, must.

But in touching and in trusting,
my lusting,
is now undoing.

For, in truth, & in test
I Am Heavily Messed."

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The thoughts that entered his mind,
as the child slowly died...

Wondrous, sweet lies,
huge hands and goodbyes,
people wandering all around,
as if in eternal frown.

But at least he's in Jail now.