Lost In Paradise

I’ve tried being good, really,

And all I got was a mouthful of

Angry of the permanent kind.

The whispers in my ears got

Louder the more I shouted “No!”

And all my organs came together

To filibuster against the

Very thought of it.

I wanted to cultivate

Kindness and stabilize the

Dance with those I love,

But all the sweetness got me

Was an empty heart and a

Home echoing what might have been.

Meanwhile the angels

Were laughing and pointing to

My separateness, which I

Adopted before I knew

That stars don’t shine through the fog.