This poem is about an apartment complex I live in, read between the
lines,hope you figured it out!!!


What a place-so open for boredom,
feelings of distortion-where did it
come from?
Troubled walls of conflicted pain,

This place I call heavenly insane...

Smoldered scent of a relentless space,
covered in sin-- such filth and waste.
Presented in a voluble spill,
Pretending that hereof is unreal.
Linked by a timeless chain,

This place I call heavenly insane...

Less private moments I continuously array,
For the sake of this place I will kneel and pray,
The echoing in thus sounds so far and beyond,
Unmistakably my mind with this place I have bond,
In the dark mist of a storm,cleanse the dirtiness with gods rain,

This place I call heavenly insane...


Joann Marie Santos

Copyright ©2003 Joann Marie Santos




 
Copyright © softlyspoken, All Rights Reserved