For days I roam
Within these walls
To find a door
Out of my mind.
Like fields of Marigolds
In Spring,
I seek the sun
That leads the blind.
But nothing comes
No flash of flight
Lost in darkness with
No beaten track.
Like a moonless, starless night
In Winter.
Or the murky depths
Of the Ocean black.
So I must just wait
For days on end
In my own head
With no free will
Until my mind decides to spit
Me out
Blind into the world
To walk with the real.
Yet still these thoughts
Like Vultures swarm
Around my head,
Such angry birds.
And follow me in giant hordes
Conversant creatures,
Humming words.
So I shoot them down
With bow and arrow
With one eye closed
With one keen shot
Watch them fall like showers
In Autumn
Then relief, then quiet
The peace I’d forgot.
So weeks go by
Yet I‘m still aware
That though the vultures
Are valiantly slain
I know that like hungry bears
In Summer
They’ll be back again
From the murky depths of my brain.
To remind me that nothing stays the same,
They’ll be back again
From the murky depths of my brain.
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Submission Name: Doom Swing
