a poem

can the esoteric
be generic
can the barbaric
be garish
id rather parish
in a parish
then flourish
with out a purpose
im nervous to share
the harder side of life
the good is so easy
a nice way to pass the night
but stryfe and conflict
strike more than covicts
unless a convict
is some average tom smith
the best of us
face the worst of times
and the rest of us
can be hard to find
in the shadow
where the cages rattle
the good guys battle
and the villians
well the villiians saddle
up for another night of mischief
and theyre in our lives
despite our deep wish
the gentle kiss of a lady
carrying a baby
can change the shady
or make a sane man crazy
and excuse me but maybe
we just need a break
step back from this life
its not how much you can take
and ive taken alot
im prepared for more
the struggles ive been through
left me prepared for war
and theres more in store
its a battle wore
on our sleaves and our hearts
were on our knees
please impart
a moment of peace
im begging you please
cure this disease
thats me being me
so this generic esotaric
stops this painful marriage
of words that will one day parish
so please just try to bear this
and give me patience love
or a gentle hug
cause i need to know
that what i am is enough