Coma

My truth was in a coma

All the hypocrisy was too poisonous

The lies that sang in choirs during God's time was depressing

My truth was too pure

Too incorruptible

Too delicate and impressionable

To be left unprotected

My soul was too naked

Her truth could never be worn skimpishly

It was either that or nothing at all

To tease was to lie ....and that she could not be part of

My truth hid for too long

And her throne was covered in overgrown buttress roots of untruths and unthinkable transgressions

Her space taken by that which she ran from

And cleaning would take too long

She watched the dark paradise before her

Cried, for her end got closer

Forgetting that she was slipping further into a coma

Leaving eyes, tongue and lips to fornicate

My truth awaits its prince

Someone it can feel safe with

Someone to awaken it

With true love’s first kiss