The Twisted Tower
The Twisted Tower inside
is where they hide from the day.
Chained within cells of grief.
Like onions, layer upon layer
of depression, lust and anger
encase their wretched souls.
There is no light in addiction.
No comfort found in darkly
suckling selfishness and greed.
Violence is not the answer,
It is the root of a problem
which if watered by Impact
spreads within your personality
like snaking, barbed wire brambles.
Lies beget lies and opens up the door
to the rest of falsehoods family.
Meanness makes you unworthy of love
It really is that obvious and simple.
There’s a Twisted Tower being built
inside all of us with each hard experience.
Yet, there is another side to that coin,
the beauty of it is that each of us
has our own individual key,
it’s all just a matter of finding it
and stepping out into the sunshine.