Thought

Gripped by a thought that so provokingly awaits,washed by its fragrance to be set apart,somehow freed into the distance crippled alone by the joy it once brought why is it alone it blossoms into misery? centered by the wrongfulness of life,during summer does it lay waiting somehow to be cherished slowly tarnishing by age that befriends its death forgotten in a pile,where the once awakened turned in their graves the months a count of the seconds that believed unknown to the reasons my heart thought,unknown to the shackled being its memory brought Gripped by a thought given its identity,has the evidence of its existence that once contained me become hard to remember soiled by the pain,that so faithlessly became the reason my wings that so innocently protected we have broken you were the thought that gripped me beyond the belief of His existence i once thought that the soil from which you were made i was birthed your rich splendor,the blessing which would vacate my weaknesses and as the lilies in the pond settled on the surface of which they lay the memory of you lies forgotten drowning in the lake.