to Confront the contagion
A seeker given to lose stability at the worst possible moments,
As the monkeys throw themselves off the cliff in ignorance
As insurance that things won’t always be this way…
I used to say I was okay, but now I realize this
For the disguise it is, the thinly veiled disgust
At myself for perpetrating this lie again and again
To no avail, even as success might greet me, I will
Still have this repressed little lump in my throat
Knowing full well that no one can veto or vote
Against me everywhere though not realizing just how scared
I was to be here among the captured memories ensnared
By this reverie that dancing oblivious convinces
That I am entranced by this tragic indoctrination
As fact to the committed obscure burst of terror
Unwanted, deliver this evil from me, as i cleave
Information to my bosom like never before
Defending what is not the case in my right today
Assured that nothing bad will ever happen to me
Sheltered to believe this noxious state as greater
Good that it isn’t over yet for those unheard…
Posted by Friday on June 5th, 2014 in Miscellaneous, poetry archives. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.