Paradise

This is a series I’m calling “Write the Damn Poem” where a take a list of prompts and make a poem. They’re all first drafts that maybe will turn into something more! We’ll see!

is it still paradise if I’m only half alive
you blur the edges of this life
so much it feels I’m doing time
at least my friends they think I’m fine

heaven’s a prison, why don’t I fit in? I’m suffering
losing my mind having visions where nothing makes sense. it’s so unsettling
(I can’t settle in)
if I board up my windows, burn my house down
put my walls up, get on the roof screaming, it means nothing
in eden

you see what you wanna see
ignoring mismatched cutlery
dig in, have a seat

is it still paradise if I’m only half alive
I blur the edges of this life
so much it feels I’m doing time
at least my mama thinks I’m fine