above raging waves.
slipping on the reigns.
A race that I cannot win,
A weight that I cannot lift.
Too little forgiveness of sin,
Too much space in this rift.
Expected to rise.
I will drown
in the quicksand.
Small grains build muffled screams and burning eyes.
Throw me a rope.
Throw me a hand.
To get here you must have been a dope.
At least pretend like you understand.
Tar on my heels,
tar in my head.
I’m sorry if that’s the way you feel.
Maybe try growing up instead?
Like a mother who won’t let go.
Like under a dusty vinyl cover, the contents hidden and stowed.
Do not miss the sunshine to escape harsh winds.
Weather the storm whether you like it or not.
You are stronger than ever,
think not of sleep again.
or ship out,
as they say,
but ensure that the vessel is not leading astray.
You are the captain, the crew is afraid.
They will tell you the lifeboat is suicide,
a foolish man’s ride.
Believe the jive,
drink the bread.
get a hint.
Once filled with joy, and too bright for the eye
now is dull droning, lifeless and gray.
Could it have been me that pushed them all away?
They are ravenous and vacuous,
thieves and peeves,
morons and pee-ons,
are riddled with addiction,
and full of disease.
They are reprobates
to whatever filth that they please.
They are no better than wild animals,
contorted and caged.
They have no higher purpose
than to drift and to age.
Just leave me alone,
for can you not see?
That everyone in this world is devoid of standards,
with the exception of me.