Embrace by the voices that plague this very weary soul-
Tidal waves of existence-Drowning in complete sorrow-
Reach for the heaven-allow the glory behold-
Smile for the fakes-continue to mask it with goals-
In the stomach of knots lays a treasure of trove-
Where heartless beats-bop-never to stop cries of the cold-
Truth be told all the stories of how you withered a fold-
Deep in your breath you weathered a storm-
The age of the ageless contented the norm-
Rock a buy a lullaby-dreams of being grown-
Home to the distance-Vacant to the throne-
Thorn in the needle-Needlessly torn-
Home is the distance-Distantly shown-
Awake for your existence-un-exultantly known-
Embodied by the voices-the plague-you delicately call your own-

Richard “Ab7e Poet” Itskovich
3/5/2012