Pure

pure

Unadulterated panic

Born of my Brain and my

Body

I have been asleep for days

And also blindingly awake

I’ve been stuck in a mayhem of reality

And fiction

The fiction is what I want life to be

Reality is eating me from the outside in and back

Again

But when i need to awaken from this numb slumber of human denial

Pain isn’t obvious

I ferociously stand at the foot of my bed,

The frame of the doorway,

The pantry in the dark,

And pace in the quiet gloom of first world terror midst an entire worlds’ nightmare

I need to be pinched so I pour a drink

Sanity is more performing than ever

Fear is the Strength and Strength is Abandon

 

A gang of evergreens sway unbothered in increasing wind

He crouches between them

 

Pressing darkness overhead races to meet the thunder

Casting air into lungs – he erects from dirt

 

The seduction of submission gnaws on his heels

He brazens into open field

 

Closing in are the bleating calls of scathing violence

Nothing but red rain on the horizon

 

Water falls – an unrelenting beating of the Earth

Afraid – yet past indignities ignite the war-lust within him