I have heard through vines of wrath,
that what is said is based on cast,
the anxious Terra Firma held,
the hope became lost in tell.
The path to long experienced walk,
the words developed reasoned talk,
to sort things through delivering truth,
without the blame I felt from do.
Gingerly I wish to speak,
without the hate I felt from you,
remembering that we're on a path,
to discover the grounds of tact.
Sometimes I have lost my grace,
felt removed and so displaced,
the gage to measure all this placed,
life is not meant to be a cage.
Finding time to bring a round,
delving down into a day,
not to judge or make them pay,
just to write the hurt in stay.
To remember to remind,
what is said can often line,
destruction does have a find,
buried deep inside the mind.
Proper workings of general calls,
making conversations creating stalls,
drying eyes to accept demise,
embracing history as realized.
The World is over-flowing with,
so much more than I can sit,
comfort level gives a tip,
I've lost friends to exact same nips.
Missing people that disconnect,
isolation takes a knack,
I was told to practice well,
not once but twice now life is still.
To the friend that I lost,
I will hold at all costs,
brighter days have been so lost,
like I'm the garbage in the Lot.
