heavy golden mangoes gushing golden rivers where the birds are treasure chests and sing like my momma where a shellshocked man can rest and release the burden of trauma the grass kisses your skin and the warm wind hugs you from behind i could not believe my eyes i found El Dorado from peeking inside
water sheds from my eyes floating on the river instead of panicking i never felt so helpless in my life trying to hold on but i am vanishing slipping into the starry night tripping into my violent mind trying to hold on but i am vanishing
cemented demented repression ashamed of my being, plagued by second guessing throwing caution to the wind is anxiety inducing my icy disposition in your warm embrace was bound to ruin kiss the drips, daydream until reality slips
sink into routines ego dissolved in the complex steps regret left half baked in my mother’s arms i have wept time and time again my shine always comes back again
land of untold stories where our half baked entanglement resides there are no roses on its graveside just poppies, remembrance in our minds our muted mouths invisiblize those nights
riddled by death how it strikes so fast or so slow how it suspends you with it’s hold a promise that cannot break a knitted quilt of fate i act for goodness sake i shine because of my mistakes