False Paradise Poem by Trey Mitchell

False Paradise



Paradise never arrives
It uses you
There is no place to grow and thrive

Look at the hopeless lives
This blood you drew
Paradise never arrives

The war, a buzzing bee's hive
The youth has no clue
There is no place to grow and thrive

The sword gleams in its dancing jives
Those who die are those who knew
Paradise never arrives

The flying knives
The devil's gentle coo
There is no place to grow and thrive

And in this pain the youth writhes
And away the gods flew
Paradise never arrives
There is no place to grow and thrive

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Trey Mitchell

Trey Mitchell

Wisconsin Rapids, WI
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