Eight More Years
She took it away
Stole my life source
Confiscated my heart
And all that connects me inside
The wires and the lines
That helped me reach a place
A place where I could be happy
Even if it takes me eight more years
I will still get there
But now I am stuck
Isolated from the world that brings me joy
The lines of communication snapped by a ruling hand
And I
Unable to repair those lines
Will be enclosed and alone
Honestly-just send me away
To the place where I can smile
For if I stay
I do not know what will happen to me
The thoughts-the ideas
They spill into my brain
And I cannot help but let them stay
So all the things I love will be taken
The things that bring me life and happiness have been stolen
So here I go
Into the dark pit of dispare
No way my joy will ever be repaired