Power to prestige

Drug is of choice

Lethal is to danger

Subconscious, inner voice

Love is to be kind

Sinners will forgive

Take me when I’m ready

Let not to be but live.

Rotting is to guilt

As fever is too high

Choosing is to keep

As blue may be to sky

Banish is to sensor

As senses are to touch

Touching is to live

As toxic is a crutch

Lessons are to learn

Not looking back in fret

Never be forgotten

As falling is to regret.

Stacie Rife 12/22/1995

Comments

[natalie]

Wow! An artist and a poet!! Very beautiful.....