Separation brings the irrigation,
to put out the fires,
of my everyday desires,
spreading through the peat,
...
How natural change is,
free flowing like rivers of tears,
I sit and pray for nobody I can say,
for my life has been awful until today.
...
Its simple to say,
that after today,
i haven’t had a day,
unlike today.
...
Separation
Separation brings the irrigation,
to put out the fires,
of my everyday desires,
spreading through the peat,
through my veins like a disease,
to set my body,
for the let down and cease.
The pain is nothing,
a fragment of a piece,
a slice of a cake,
that has never been baked,
it sits in the oven waiting for the turn,
the turn that changes appearance,
but not chemical state.
Apparently I am a one way mirror,
an invention of deception,
to spy on the inside,
but not to see the out.
Sitting here waiting brings anticipation,
for the day I wait,
come far; come short,
for it is there,
amongst the inside of a one way mirror.