Withered Embrace
It was not borne form a dysfunctional parentage
that I have gone through this undertaking
but of my own will.
I, draped in moire and rooted in the linoleum,
created the brightest paradise,
adding the touches of mirth, altruism
An expanse of perfection portrayed by the frescoes
within these lovely arcs and globe-like rooves
Music shall inundate the fountains
I, draped with curtains and rooted in the pebbled floor
created all such things necessary for existence
and sat on the golden porch
waiting for Life itself to come
never stepping away from the house, not by a mile
this paradise, my paradise
so filled with all things
not allowing anything else passage
awaiting for Life