On my own again
Stranded on an island
Of my thoughts-
The waters that surround me
Are currents of my memories,
Swirling whirlpools of chaos
Keeping me isolated.
I can’t escape
The dangerous waves of
“What ifs”
Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-
But I’ll construct
My escape from this godforsaken island
With a study raft of good intentions
And move forward on unsteady waters
To a new world yet unexplored.
What would our lives
Involve on a planet
We evolved to survive?
Are our current threats
Legitimate concerns, or
Have we grown numb
To the harsh realities
Of survival?
Has luxurious living
Weakened our instincts?
Would we be able to
Adapt and thrive
Or would we be
A cautionary tale
Of the dangers of comfort?
An ink scarred hand
Clutching my throat
With the slightest pressure
Causing my windpipes
To be silent
As the image of you
On top of me
Pinning me down
And leaving me without oxygen
Is forever engraved
In the deepest and most sacred
Cavities of my brain.
Crawl down to the floor
And lie bare
For men will come growling frighteningly-
One comes carrying fur
For the raid, or a scary sound.
(Once, I dealt hell-
Problems rose anew and growing-
No dreams of diamonds for me).
The duty is mine and mine alone
(With or without you)
I may sing as I run for the harbor.
Many tongues are slammed…
And many of his men owe a dozen
For drinking her foolish.
My home, a martyr.
Many yell for it, many chant
‘Til the festival charade grows
The fairground militia
Will carry attention and law
While guests will fall clutching a cigarette.