Looking For Solid Ground Poem by david lessard

Like you, I needed space,
Like you, I needed time;
You were always in my face,
It was kind of like a crime.

Your fury and your wrath,
Burned me, like a fire;
Now I'm on a different path,
Away from all your ire.

Away from obscene yells,
Away from bitter screams;
Like unpleasant smells,
Like frayed and tattered seams.

It cumbled all before us,
And there's nothing more to hold;
We'll no longer make a fuss,
For there's nothing left to mold.

I'll bury it with all the rest,
Under a mountain of silence;
We couldn't follow its stern test,
We couldn't amend the violence.

Let it smolder under wraps,
Let it die without a sound;
Let's play the final taps,
and look for solid ground.