Golden Answer Poem by Nina Hall

And its broken, .....not even desert in the night
Absorbed by the deepest of dynamite
But slow in exploding out ripping and stripping
And tearing of my everything over reality slipping

Im still flying in the aftermath tsunami making its way
To who knows where but to lead astray
I search a haystack for the needle to sew
My fickle heart a label linked to you

This was a harsh push, you must have known
How do I recover to do what you always shown
To be my journey, I thought I was set
And yet here it stands as a grinning dead bet

Laughing and shaking its disappointed head
Pointing in judgement at the blast craters bed
Is that it now, is it all I dreaded it to be
Signed sealed and delivered by Holy degree

And its so broken, what have I done in repeat?
Ive failed us on my offenders seat
Id say sorry but not to insult your arrogant smile
Id beg but not to waste your time or trials

I miss you in the smoke and Im dead shot
Into the camera holding my disintegrating lot
I discover you are me as you're no longer there
And you are my love that is gone not to care

Let me know, let me know up or down
Just to stamp it and decide on a crown
I love you, my mess I will embrace with a scream
And ricochet the ensuing prepaid dream

My body upon the sacrifice block
My child I pray to endure any shock
Cross legged Ill sit buddha and wait cold
For any warm answer in heart dripping gold