NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t.

As the pace quickens
my heart beat slowed
its disposition toward change
reversing damage done
when my quarter century milestone
celebrating my birth – marked my greatest death
hence my new found love for life
I miss them all, I hope they miss me
dead above ground
when darkened hearts
burst open from numbness, the madness
that haunts even the most devout
my problem is that I’m never afraid
especially not of those that place blame
that I am what’s wrong
that we are the worst kind of all
in a town of perfection
being too laid back because I knew all the facts
I forgive them all- full of themselves
word by word I absorbed
only to let go, no longer caged in that cell
for their heaven was my hell.