Heaven

[ambrin]

Simple days would be nice
A place I could go
To slumber, wander on clouds defined only by my thoughts

Wash clean of sadness
Wet cheeks devoid of salt
Catch no tears in cups for me

Dry worry, cracked and rough
You’re the scarred, still desert
That incinerates my tender moments into ashes

You deprive my joy
Destroy my enjoyment
Eradicate my calm of mind

Simple answers should find
Ways into this mess
This cluster of synapses, flashing electricity

Blinding me to truth
The easiness of this
Disarray scares me to madness

Ah this mind I keep
To be without it
Would this be heaven?