Shattered Peices

In shattered pieces on the floor

I gazed upon the massive door

I heaved upon the blistered knees;

with bloodied fists took hold of a burning tree.

 

Burning, burning crosses and tangled tongues.

 

With broken voice I begged the truth

She spoke around her haggled tooth

And showed me a land of filling promise.

What land can pierce my blistered solace?Fireplace