Pain

A mother's dream

Sense there's calm
Another freedom

Believe for you

Your dirty crimes are
Pain: malevolent creed

I paid you to like money's peaces.
Peaces are a meager glow.

I dream of one past.

It's why there's cold.

I like one place

That's why I cry.

Maybe all of us are dark


Have you talked for the spirits?

I have known their home.


You can love happiness.
You can please hopes.

Give love a way to be
as hopeful as the gifts of safety.

May being yourself feed you strength


Rude and angry creep delves into poetry
With saga/city and a plum

Melded life and shut out my belief