it is the entity that clouds
the working mind
blurs the history of
truth and kind
I want to believe so
very much
that we haven't lost touch
the emotions are all bent
and twisted
my mind is closed
my hands tight fisted
the pain in me so deep
my sanity so hard to keep
I had no control in this
marriage game
that lead me to failure and
shame
I am tortured daily from the past
the horrors I witnessed
forever will last
asleep or awake now the memories
are fresh
young to old people
the stench of burnt flesh
I pray that years later
I can feel the ocean waves
and see the white foam tossed
my troubled mind will be calming
and the blue is lost
green trees sway leaves to
the sky
into its depths I want to fly
golden sand tingles no time
to frown
I am free of hurt
no longer down
amen