Bliss Booth Poem by John Sensele

Pain bottled up inside
Worsens perspectives in clouds
That in the end blow up outside
Tearing your world apart in shiver shrouds

Best dispersed when pain is shared
A solution offered in a discussion
Rather than an implosion flared
To rain on your mind a concussion

With more pain to bear
Worse vision to contemplate
As unfair despair drives your mind nowhere
Good with a poison it dilates on the plate

When you long for loving arms
Arms that care to soothe
The pain you feel without qualms
You ought to clear to land into the Bliss Booth.