Spoken Nails

Mud thickens direly as I sink in shame, Eternal devastations stride in liberty, Wearied by the gloom of difficulty, I sigh, but hope pensively in your frame: You are my love, my dignity and aim; In our speech my tethers do quantify, Until reason transcends to pacify, Ripping the hold of the fragmented maim; May madness is no longer confusion, Complexity evades in summation; If only I could love you more the same, And give you another wide open door, We would in conversation rhyme and roar, And life I would never in full so blame.