Paranoid
The
word is paranoid I might maintain
That she I married was quite sick, indeed.
Demeanor of sang-froid could not contain
Emotions from erupting out of need.
A break-down later in her teens did stay
Developmental tendencies to heal.
The fragile links which fractured as they'd fray
Meant merely moments measur'ng their appeal.
Her pain I feel within so deep and dark,
I pray her soul might somehow peace obtain
As off she goes alone so cold and stark
To sing some solo, silent, sweet refrain.
Please keep her firm within Thy Holy Breast
And grant with happy days she might be blessed.
Minneapolis
MN
16
June 2006