Take me to paradise
Where the grass is always green
On any side.
Take me to a place where worry is no more
Where tears fall as raindrops on rose petals
Where love paints a rainbow.
There's no love to be found after the sunsets
And the words of destruction fall as stars from heaven
When I fret.
Please don't eat the flesh of my desire
With your beastly claims
Aimed at my flesh when I try.
Like the morning flowering vines of nature
I hide in the forenoon bedew
keeping my heart shut down from rupture
Thus I dance a lullaby
Every night before I die
After each thrashing one a day at a time.
Comments
what made this poem turn from trite hope
to profound meaning was the use of the word 'rupture' instead of 'rapture'.
A really good poem, better, a human statement of the highest order.
One of your best ever.
Though I have a strong desire to inflict extreme punishment on anyone who administers thrashing.
Rupture
Thanks, in glad you like it. Rapture is not what I meant. Rupture is. But I see why rapture would fit. It gives the poem a whole new meaning. It works, but it spiritually inaccurate according to what I believe about the rapture.