Mea Culpa- ABBY

i am a solitary creature
in a world of well placed faces
intricately swirling
twirling my soul through the traces

bringing desprate ressurection
to the lost doors and closed spaces
of a mind that strained to find
the empty rhymes of mirrored graces

but ill-informed and ignorant
words often interchanged
have failed still to label her
for she is, in fact,
insane.

insane, but not in common prose
she's better found as tipsy
for she teeters and she twitters
while she begs to touch the life tree

the tree thats in the book of lies
the tree that stands the test of time
the tree to mend her shattered mind
it bears such fruit to make her mine

the tree of life
the fruit of sight
to see both good and evil
in that bitter bite she touches life
before he takes it from her

He is the Alpha and Omega
she is the apple of His eye
and with a nail-pierced hand
He built a stand
just to wisk it from beneath her

i am a solitary creature
for i alone am not found wanting
and i bow my head in respect for the dead
and His yoke of love that killed them