Fire burns
my darkness away
which
lies dormant
always wants
to
come out &
to play

Fret
no more
Lovely hours
are in store
for the dark
times
turn
into
gold mines
of inspiration

A stable
mind
may lack
the gold
mine
of inspiration
that
the
madness
dervives
from

Salty tears
drip on a night stand
of gold
for dreams of decades
past
I did sold
He was tall, rough, and
bold
I loved him more
he loved me
less
I shiver with memories
& from
the cold

I was once a saint
before the ill-willed
taint
of toxic venom
from a prophetic phenom
dripped into
my stream
eyes of emerald
no longer
glisten
nor gleam
Dim-lit
beauty queen
dying to be seen
by the men of the night
I am far
out my mind
he's still
in my sight

Any road
will take you there
when the destination
is unknown
but the yearning
burning
for freedom
exists
within