Broken Rules

— Vicki L. Harvey

Aren’t rules meant to be broken?
There is no peace in a concrete mentality.
The fever was in me
to run wild … born that way I reckon!

Climbed the highest tree
to be closer to the clouds
Almost finding Heaven,
but ending up in Hell.

I will not hear the sirens.
Shut the steel door
on past memories.
Leave the house of the unforgiven.

The web of deceit and broken promises
marbled through life
create fresh insight to celebrate
the here and now.

The journey has been long
and you lie no more.
I press my lips against the window,
my breath moist on the glass,

And say goodnight.

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