Walls That Surround Us Poem by gregory collins

My heart skipped a beat and here's the truth.
My soul is an empty church inside a crowded jail,
and i would cut my belly open to give birth to an angel.
But the stars are melting on the ground,
and i am caught on a barbed wire fence miles above you.
So like a Phoenix rising i want to rent a room inside you,
and manage to not say anything about history, the ages, and all creation.
Because lies are unconscious all the time,
and she's a true love of mine
and why deny myself moving on to higher ground.