Heaven Knows:

Dazed and confused
The cityscape
So confusing
No nature there
At least not for her
She craves the wild
Where she can run with the breeze
The trees they speak to her
A quiet whisper
On the wings of birds
Chills up her spine
Feet dipped in mountain streams
Her soul cleansed
But alone
Isolated what’s her crime
Pray tell the wishing well
A penny for your thoughts
The wise man sort
Yet would she recognise
No reference point
Can the saved be saved
What answers can we give
If we don’t know the question
Born not of here
A virgin birth
So naive and ingenuous
Her persona
A disguise
Inside a devil resides
Bipolar she doesn’t know herself
Sacrifice a beautiful game
Does she know any different
A beautiful exterior
Hell on the inside
How does she cope
Is there a method
In this madness
Heaven knows

©the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
“your Sacred Clown”

Original words and thoughts penned of heart & mind of:
©Warren Mace, A.k.a ©the Dyslexic Poet™
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