Dear generous soul
Playing a vigorous role
In the restoration of my heart,
Can even all your strength endure
All the responsibility of your part?
Your influence
Is thick and dense
Balancing on a thin grey line,
My conscience and resistance are fist to fist
To fight to keep you out of mind.
But the words you speak
Sting and reek
Like overused perfume,
And now my mind is boggling
As they dance around the room.
The big danger here
Is that I hear you clear
Though I use force to not reply,
And it’s a struggle to be so good
When you have my type of mind.
I hang by a rope
I grab and grope
To save myself from self-destruction,
But safety is too far out of reach
And I have far too little gumption.
I hope and I pray
I’ve the strength to wait
See these promises through to the fin,
Till I am sure that you can endure
My heart can’t let you in.