there is a place that my heart has not yet been.
It is a quiet peaceful place where one can be at ease.
An air of satisfaction and appreciation of subtlety.
I know so much about it yet why can I not find the way in?
I can feel the general direction but the compass merely spins.
Substantial mud is caked on my boots and age has set upon my skin.
Still no route opens and no absolution of my sins.
My son taught me to love in a greater capacity.
Yet with nothing to direct that towards seems a shameful tragedy.
Is this perhaps my role- the abnormality?
Was I sentenced to appreciate yet never obtain beauty?
Surely finding love cannot be audacity.
For so many, it comes with simplicity.
Yet in my heart is an unsettled velocity.
I have found no sufficient outlet
and my frustrations become the gauntlet.
The lights dim as I bite the bullet.
My passions rise yet I need a sublet.
Survey the heavens to beckon a committee.
There was a crack in my mold, can you not see?
Bring retribution and a correction for all to see.
Can not an angelic release come to me?
