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Paradise Lost


In the depths of my mind, I envision my own world. Its beauty is flawless. There is nothing but starry skies and peace that only paradise can provide. That day, I saw your despair and A storm began to rage. A tumultuous gale blew the sparkling stars away. When you cried, our sorrow was as one. The blue ocean in my paradise began to Rise, rise, rise Until it overflowed and crashed onto The sandy shores, leaving destruction As waves of frustration tore me apart. My peace is wash away. I see your weariness and it tugs on me, Tosses me back and forth And I drown in your burden. In desperate tones that rip my Heart apart into a thousand Tiny pieces that I will search for, but never find, she Repeats, repeats, repeats. "I wanted to be a stay at home Mama." Her southern drawl leans with her tired body. My world unravels at the seams of the skyline as she trembles. She is the mother of four daughters. She raised them alone. All the pretty girls were fed, asleep, safe, loved, and She whispered her love, As she walked into the night, to give them everything. She built a life for us, with her heart and we never knew. It has been twenty one years, And now she begs for rest. My paradise is shattered. Emotions have ravished its tropical shore, Tearing out the trees and permanently Crushing the stars, Tearing up the moon and its Dancing beams of silver light. My inextinguishable sun burns on. You taught me to love, and my love for you Is the glowing sun in the remains. It cannot be extinguished. You are tired. You have given too much of yourself. Your sacrifice is seen. I will build a sky for you now, Place all the stars in place, Calm the roaring winds, Silence the crashing waves. It is time for quiet. It is time for rest.
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