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Mental Stilts

worn from this dry earth
consumed by immeasurable trials
yet she is still there like a small beacon
to light the darkest depths of my hell
Chasing away the pain and the anguish
of more than a million unlived lives
Minimizing my mental maims
So that only hope survives

Bones of false truth lay scattered
Blood of cryptic deciet is spilt
she aids me in my darkest of hours
my enlightenment, my mental stilts

This feeling grew from just a mere murmur
and its now so loud I can barely think
Such a sweet and sound surrender
of all that once left me so bleak
My thoughts revolve and refuse to render
power to the rabid beasts within
Her words are like bullet shells
that cause those monsters chest to cave in

Bones of fake illustrations severed
Blood of images I no longer need
is taken and erased by my shivers
as she lays me down to rest at ease

Graceful is word that cannot contrast
Empathy is an understatement
Hers is a resolution that will long outlast
any term for sentiment
I can feel her pull even at this distance
Though an entire nation sets us apart
Her calls and soothings whispers so persistant
A constant that does wonders for ones heart

Bones of false truth lay scattered
Blood of cryptic deciet is spilt
she aids me in my darkest of hours
my enlightenment, my mental stilts