Relief

Relief
is like a cannon
that's already been shot.
It is like a baby's cry
that has never gone off.
Relief is like a bomb
waiting to explode.
It's like a a pen almost out of ink
memories untold.
Relief is like a drug
nonexistent
like an unexpected hug.
It is like a present
waiting to be open.
Relief is like a thought
that never is spoken.
Relief is like the sun
powerful and warm
its value at a million
projects that are done.
Relief calls to me now
its soft paws
caressing my jaw.
Relief is hard to tell
inside, it lays
as hell around it sways.
It's like a song
belted from the sky.
How do you know?
if you never asked why?
Relief is like a charity
handing out money
with no long conspiracy.
It's like a china doll
moments from breaking
like a dog who sleeps
never waking.
Relief is always there
right after the fear
shoots through rhyme
and reason
like a grouchy, humble bear.
It's like a taste
in the mouth
that you can't describe.
Arms flail, fingers jolt
but no matter what
you cannot hide.
Relief is the opposite of

Failure.

It is the positive light of

Forever.

Relief is the ties that bound

Together.

Relief holds your hand
after your city is destroyed.
It wipes away your tears
when you feel the worst inside.
Relief is the coffin
after the bullets.
The ring
after the break-up.
The crash
after the sugar high.
The barf
after the roller-coaster.
It splashes upon
everything in sight.
Good or Bad.
No one can decide.
Relief is what follows
when the world
grows hollow.
It is time,
it is fate.
No one sits,
no one waits.
But me.
For Relief to sweep me up
and take my sore, tired
soul away.