twist
pull
rip
tear
repeat

the desk needs tidying
tea boxes scattered
focus on the bed
the comfy bed that
needs to be made
but no one can make you leave

pace 3 steps
you took four
back 5 steps

maybe an hour
in the comfy bed
yea, two hours

3 hours
rise
twist
pull

the desk needs tidying
class missed

pace 4 steps
be fair
back 4 steps

maybe a half hour
tear blanket from bed
but it is dinner time
rip skin

repeat

the old house
it stands alone
with shattered glass and old rat bones
the garden has weeds
and an old blossom tree
the grass is not cut
on the left you see a broken hut on one side u see ivy
then a horrible feeling creeps inside me
what if its haunted
well u better not taunt it

All I want is for everything to work out for the best.
But everytime I try to make it so my mind arrests.
Awaiting the beacon: some magic direction to walk "this" or "that" -way,
Indeed- aware expectations such as these don't ever save the day.

Bent over like a broken tree fallen head first to the ground...
Believe in something long enough for faith to twist into doubt.
Halo of repression is my crown- I am bitter below its weight,
The heaviness, like lead, a burden smothering my fate.

So calming is the serenity of her golden face so bright,
Amidst my struggles I know I can cling to the warmth of her Love Light.
She is too young, oh so un-jaded, must not sour with my selfish misery.
Her eyes: twinkling and mystical fairies sing softly songs of God's generousity.