Poem I recently wrote
So beautiful the fragrance of the morning
Visions of a fairytale Wonderland
Deep desire to take in the essence that is just outside
As seen through the picture window.
But beyond that?
Daunting is the aspect of interaction.
Extracting the days light to accomplishment weighs heavy
Leary is the anxious mind.
What shall befall a weary soul already dreading the idiocrasy of ancient script?
The writings of ancestral rhetoric, centuries old beliefs held steadfast and without question.
This world has not evolved
More the antonym really
A dark ruthless land where a curse word is more offensive then a starving child
We have come upon a time where the helping hand is now seen as malevolence
Where pointing fingers has replaced one's own reflection
Delusions of grandeur come with their smiting.
It’s disturbing, their audacity to believe a self- righteous chatterbox rather than trust their own eyes.
Bloodlust in the name of nothing but the insatiable desire to belong to something; anything
Standing ground, even if it means standing alone, a fable, a myth lost to brainwashed sheep.
These four walls block the chaos
My cage is not locked but by my own hand
Still contemplating the front door as night falls
Perhaps tomorrow the light will draw me out.
Photo/art by Jesse Batista