Paradise

unconditional love was not to be

for everyday backdrops diffused with light

from grandmothers dear, for the likes of me

despite the blinders that blocked your insight

the hot, humid air was balmy and thick

the tropical waters cooling and clear

my intentions were as pure as music

but muted by a force to interfere

road to hell is paved with good intentions

I now trudge with misplaced guilt, tears, and shame

for an unnamed crime no one will mention

accusations enough to shift the blame

estranged and still, a family cast out

summer in paradise turned faith to doubt