Sitting alone in the park while the leaves fall around me.
The swans swim gracefully around the lake making the raging
hammer in my head at peace. A teardrop slowly forms and
falls into my lap. A small rhythm, I once knew well, is
shattered y glass daggers send from my imagination. I watch
as a Blue Jay kicks a Robin out if it’s nest, rejected. The
homeless bird sunk down next to me, both minds squandering
our defeat. Now words are passed as our attention is
enveloped by the swan’s radiant beauty. Jealousy washes over
and tears start to cross my emotionless face more rapidly.
How? Why? What? The three questions that disrupt my peaceful
state of mind. I look to the Robin and he to me. It’s time
to get up, put that convincing smile on, and face the truth
with open arms. Walking down the lonely road toward
corrupted life, you find me. Excited to see you, or so you
think. Congratulations are passed and the gullible
production goes on.
As we walk back to your car you tell me how special and
unique I am, I thank for the thought as my thoughts are
contradicting.
~Storm Chaser
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