Cafe Del Soul

Breakdown
By JulieAnn Henneman -- Contributing Poet -- [Email This Item]

I don’t need a hospital
I need a monastery;
I don’t need medicine
I need rapture~
I don’t need your restraints,
Conformity is the enemy of
Miracles
I need to spin inside the pouting Moon;
I need to scream outside the crimson sun
With its white-hot need to warm the
Faces of all his children.
I need to crush petals under a salt-glow ocean
Gleaming under the little twinkles of lights.
The stars made sorrowful noises when I fell~
The sun wept, and the Moon groaned and
The sea thrashed its crashing-cry dance
The day I fell back
To Earth.

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