The Unholy Un Holiday Inn. Poem by Michael Gale

Allow me, one day to be able to peel away the angered and bruised onion-ally emotion's layers, for a much closer inspection, reveals great animosity and hate...Let me write down, in accordance-that date.

That is a date i wish to attend in attentional jacket worn in full...
That, in itself-Is no bull.

Then, and only then.will I be able to examine in scope...
A sad less, hopeless-hope.

Beneath all the layers of hate and guilt...
Must lie a sad filled heart, awaiting for the inanene feeling's of life
to be over flown and spilt.

So that the Sun may once again shine on in...
To keep oneself filled with nothing but
happiness to 'The Deep Shine Inn.'

Always checked in...
Where it is always
gladdened feelings
where you've
always been.