![]() DriftingA Poem by Becky![]() Fish can swim upstream, but I cannot![]() River flooded with unshed tears Carries the dust of dead dreams Fish can fight the flow I, much less than fish in a stream I am only the ghost of a man Who never learned how to swim In the sharp whitewater rapids Of my consequences, my decisions Beautiful starlight of the Fallen Illuminates sweet crystal drops of dew But the dew turns to ice But the stars are too late, too few Because I, too, am Fallen As from his God, Lucifer hast fell Society’s made of me an animal To be hunted, caged, and quelled This wall will protect them all From my brutish, indiscriminate savag’ry If I were a fish, I’d swim under the wall But I, not able to so easily be free I, a victimless victim of victim’s sin Am now but a stray, unpruned weed In the sunken, well-tended garden Of the essence of humanity Hubris, always, the fatal flaw Drew angry rain from a sunny day Wrath of the heavens is forever upon me And so I go, when I could stay I’ll lay me eternally, lovingly down On a thorny throne of snow-white rose And lead me from this darkness And lead my from these woes As my river of unshed tears Carries away the dust of my dead dreams Fish can fight the inexorable flow But why be forever struggling upstream? And so I drift. © 2013 Becky |
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Added on June 7, 2013 Last Updated on August 10, 2013 Tags: drifting, forever, unaccepted, society Author
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