The Travels Of Farklavar
I took time to stop and smell the roses
But they didn't have a smell
Then I had and epic snowball fight
With the Denizens of hell
And as I went on my marry way
They sighed and wished me well
As I woke the very next morning
To a dying wedding belle
I stormed the gates of heaven
Found them impervious to rain
So I knocked on heavens door
St Peter answered
Asking for some change
With his halo in his hand
And his eyes utterly deranged
I reached into my pockets
And gave him everything that remained
From my hand he took all I had
And then his chest he crossed
As he ushered me through the pearly gates
Declaring all was lost
And as I stepped through the clouds
I was amazed by what I found
For there were no angels or a God
Anywhere around, in fact
The only thing that did remain
As holy evidence.
Was a tattered note
Pinned to the ground
That read
Sorry for the inconvenience
I took time to stop and smell the roses
But they didn't have a scent
And I always felt like I was trapped
No matter where I went
Weather as a free man
Or a prisoner of war
This world has stolen my innocence
And treated me like a whore
So I fought for every single inch
Of my very own self respect
And in order to do so
I had to entirely disconnect.
To let go and disconnect
Is frightening yet beautifully hard.
Letting go will free you.
But boy does it leave a scar
poem by Keith Sennette
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