Paradise

another peculiar writing...

For someone who is always there,
no one has the time,
knowledge is power,
yet gives way to hurt and brokenness,
confusion and stress follow,
like a plague upon your very being,
though it is the one constant thing left in this world,
Peace is just a word,
never acted upon,
love even more accursed,
left this planet ages ago,
along with faithfulness and promise,
for if you find any,
it is certain to betray,
with no remorse or second thought,
but one thing is left true,
that I am here,
my own planet,
where no plagues have caught,
and where love and peace has been refugees for some time,
so with your heart held out,
use as a key to my planet,
my paradise