Furlough

Furlough 

Furlough' a span of freedom granted for parting from a life of confinement,

A heart and life time consignment sell, obtaining the most for sharing a soul,

Take what you get to give it again then forgetting, forgetting, forgetting the a sin.

Tragic predictions, self worth inflictions, life in a nutshell for the suspicious.

Blue and silver jewels adorn abandonment's empty thrown, the price for a moment living in a greater feeling,

Touching and holding a loving creation, growing into something impossible quickly dethroning.

Living the lie, it's a good life; the beautiful colors of crayons and blood splayed across a napkin painting a unused sunset all across her very own sky

Counting the days tell then, then losing count inside the fear, then losing fear after the count.
Counting tell this furlough is spent, when I will be returned more likely then freed.

To many days of my valuable life will be left and lived in purgatory