sufficient grounds

a zillion of the them say

we're the authors of this story

today, though...

It feels out of my hands

 

as if these 24 hours

were an extended dream

come to l ife on the edge of a surreal country

 

as if a string attached to a red balloon

were wrapped tightly around my wrist

and the wind picks up

 

as if I say thank you

for each spoonful of s**t

that passes my lips

 

as if running from a reaper

with knives in his hands

I just barely make it past

 

as if God had given up

and is now sending what I need my way

with no choice of mine involved

 

as if all the lights go out 

in a room full of lamps

a lump at the back of my throat forms

and my hands shake

 

Goddamnit.

I've got a map

and

sails on my feet

and a

cookbook

and

strong legs with a will to survive

I have

faith in destiny

and a lighter hidden in my sleeve.

 

as if they'll never stop trying

It's okay...though

they won't get me.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Legion]

I am impressed. So much anxiety and a "one against the world" feeling. The piece is well written also. I especially liked this part:

"Goddamnit.

I've got a map

and

sails on my feet

and a

cookbook

and

strong legs with a will to survive

I have

faith in destiny

and a lighter hidden in my sleeve."

I know this feeling and have felt this turmoil (again and again). You have captured it perfectly. Great work! Glad to see you are posting again.