A poem that attempts to describe and react to the truths we don't want to talk about. |
Running from the moon It’s coming soon I hear it, I see it, I feel it It’s in the waves that spoil the calm The Man is holding it in his palm The Man is the little girl across the street Echoing in the halls, in the shower Screaming, crying with all my power It’s coming fast One shell out of a million on the shore Holds the secret of life, but it wants more Dissatisfaction births destruction The power of propaganda scratches and crawls The subconscious mind can’t resist it and falls I've surrendered control The door that’s spinning lets out the sounds They leak into my ears and collect like ant mounds They crawl and they burn My eyes and ears want to experience it My mind and soul want to embrace it The addiction sets in The caves echo my name as I plunge into the water Leaping from the cliffs that killed your daughter Emersed in erased laughter It’s hidden on the doctor's anxious face Imaginary legs begin to pace When he says “she will be fine” It’s in the child’s tears as they pour from the eyes That watched his mom leave as she heard his dad’s lies A lifetime of deceit in the making Masking its simplicity it weaves a maze Our future destroyed in a blast and a haze They’re old enough to kill Pecking at the keys ‘till our fingers bleed Sailing through the sands of bodies freed Arriving at last |