The Age of Venom Petals

Maybe you've read a poem,
That makes you ache to go back home,
On the edge of becoming prone,
I'll take the knife and soon will be alone.

When they look they think they see,
Somethings wrong so they'll medicate me,
I just wish they'd leave me be,
Masked emotions that disagree.

Within the changing seasons,
Upon the hand of god,
You were caught for committing treason,
I guess I never looked for a reason.

The trees in your forest dear,
Soaked in gasoline from tears,
Ignite the sparks from your eyes,
Watch the burning empire die.

So a flower was placed on this pedestal,
Raised to the heavens, never still,
A rain of venom over spilled,
Petals fell and all was killed.

Ian Robert Potapoff