what can come?
spent salt, sun faded and 98.6...
a Princely Grandfather, perhaps
but not PG
off cliff, with us in tow
I recoil. restrict. resist.
and rail with in
to temper sins spread
tail need not shed such shadow
I'm wishing for warring
yes, you weeping type tyranny!
yet stale air saps Dawn Treader style sails
my vengeance fails
I hope to hug, though you hurt me
to encase you twixt my arms and remove the room that you inflicted
to love past this peril
and beyond blame.
pain not same, but of worthy weight
to show G-d is great.
bruising as I care
Healing is my prayer.
Though I'm blurred with tears
riddled with fears
and pounding pounding pounding out
with choice and worthy words,
I'd hug you
for days on end
till you hug back heartily.
I'd vine tight hug out this hurt
wrecked and ruined as I am,
I'll love you
for days, no end
till you love back, truly.
I'll vine tight love out this hurt
for G-ds glory.
