Prison Break
There was no grief
I felt free
Unwrapped in relief
Dropped to my knees
Clutched my chest
And said thank you please
Despair lifted
Angelic dreams
The war inside me ceased
The forecasted future
Was wiped clean
Stove unplugged
No more worrying about threes
Ghost metrics
Acidic rhetoric
Babies hidden in trees
Occupied beds
Extra deadheads
It’s over
That’s my four leaf clover
