Wait, waiting for the fall,
On ample ground the crash inevitably comes;
Lay down your fortification,
Handing me sovereignty,
Lacing purgatory over the heresy;
I fell victim to it's decadence,
Pills that make hurricanes feel like tides,
I'm crossed-- tied to some sort of canopy,
That strangles when it takes hold;
Blame the ocean for the rain and the clouds for tidal waves,
It makes no difference but denial,
I pondered and wept for sanity is beyond my fingertips;
Reaching out to heaven only brings me to hell;
Laying in my disposition,
I cradle this heart with one too many cracks.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
