Grim-filled Lullabies

Wastelands

Tear away these obstructed vile of worry,

wash down fiery pits I stand vision blurry --

Break revolting cycle plagued in mind,

spill words to color blank canvas of rhyme,

none to tame blistering attempts to rid soul's constrictive binds,

I chant nothing more than to instill truer bliss within mine....

Wake purest enchantments that which slumber just beneath chest,

give torrid eyes much appreciative rest --

Quench suppressed senses drowning under unsightly hands,

relief tension instigating focus reprimand....

Blood pours quicker than rains spatter,

I conjure nothing more than a means to understand,

amongst evils sauntering bile laughter,

why must I fight to keep sanity....my wandering hope.... from such stenchful wastelands?

r~.G