Breathing Spell

When the pain of loneliness
and a drunken tongue collide
beneath the emotional skies
born...was an unsung child

...

Dead to the world, I took the leap,
yet on my feet I can never land.
(Just a sore--only to soar
a distant past)

For I have lost
my life's road map, amongst
the byways of reality and
languid petitions of the heart

Not to realize that happiness
was just an imaginary path through time.
A course where untrodden wonders reside
now far-gone

...

To smell the home fragrance
of scented caring and nurturing,
away with the fairies let me be
oh Father, just for once!

[There is no revenge so sweet as forgiveness].

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