Blinders

Living in the present
Nothing that I need to repent

Loving all about you
After all that we’ve been through

Overlook the problems
Obscure in my poems

Look at life with blinders
Forgetting all reminders

Prose is a safe haven
It’s lovin’ that I’m craving

Help me through the trouble
Living in this bubble

Finally a safe shelter
My life was helter skelter

Rescued from this dismal place
Rescued only by god’s good grace

Saved from hell and eternal damnation
Rescued from temptation by salvation

Saved by all that is truly holy
Saved at last but really slowly

I was saved, just the same
And forgiven all the shame

Save this to my memory
All part of my history