Spoken Nails
Mud thickens direly as I sink in shame,
Eternal devastations stride in liberty,
Wearied by the gloom of difficulty,
I sigh, but hope pensively in your frame:
You are my love, my dignity and aim;
In our speech my tethers do quantify,
Until reason transcends to pacify,
Ripping the hold of the fragmented maim;
May madness is no longer confusion,
Complexity evades in summation;
If only I could love you more the same,
And give you another wide open door,
We would in conversation rhyme and roar,
And life I would never in full so blame.
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