Tall Fences
Muddling through the thunder walls
With eyes of stones and fatten bones of your disorder
Where swords and mad lizards crawl
So here’s to you and you're so out of order
While first I lay in my stepping stew of sorrow
Dripping dewy cheeks with blackened eye lids of pain
To the second hand I shall borrow again and again
With your concealed heart and bloody red line that stains
Devour not my soul for I have but a numb spot that won’t fade
Inner strength must come from the divine above
The cold curled up spoiled mind’s eye
So take me hand your push and shove love
Out of the pits of hell you drew and crashed
Blindsiding me into a state of shock
Take back your fighting words and retracted
So salvations make all things clarified and pave the way for harmony
Should there be growth with such groaning
With my slashed seething hands
Raising up leggy dark fences
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2015
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