Oct 2015
TRAPPED
( a friend once said to me they felt 'trapped',
like they held nothing and felt so alone that when they walked
they left no tracks to be seen. Thinking about this, I
wrote this poem)
~~~~
Stepping into shadow,
I can feel its allure;
Its safe place features,
Even though it’s all sinewy.
Blue smoke tension swirls,
Images appear, disappear,
But I am hidden from their meaning.
*
In the distance I hear music.
Rhythmic beats clash
But cannot get through these clouds;
Cannot move my feet.
I am alone in this shadow.
It is a place of safety
Where my feet leave no tracks;
Where my movements
Have no touch.
In the distance,
Just on the other side of this cloudy wall,
I hear you call my name.
My open eyes see only grays,
Blacks,
Some swirling white-
All else is eaten by
I don’t care.
You call out again,
Disturbing my shadow.
“Hey Aztec, are you living?
Or are you dying?
You only get to choose one.”
I don’t wanna choose.
I don’t wanna live.
I don’t wanna die.
Let me just stay here,
Surrounded in grays and
Swirling blacks.
Here, where my feet leave no tracks.
Here in the comfort of oblivion.
*
Yes, I am dying.
Leave me alone.
Aztec Warrior
( a friend once said to me they felt 'trapped',
like they held nothing and felt so alone that when they walked
they left no tracks to be seen. Thinking about this, I
wrote this poem)
~~~~
Stepping into shadow,
I can feel its allure;
Its safe place features,
Even though it’s all sinewy.
Blue smoke tension swirls,
Images appear, disappear,
But I am hidden from their meaning.
*
In the distance I hear music.
Rhythmic beats clash
But cannot get through these clouds;
Cannot move my feet.
I am alone in this shadow.
It is a place of safety
Where my feet leave no tracks;
Where my movements
Have no touch.
In the distance,
Just on the other side of this cloudy wall,
I hear you call my name.
My open eyes see only grays,
Blacks,
Some swirling white-
All else is eaten by
I don’t care.
You call out again,
Disturbing my shadow.
“Hey Aztec, are you living?
Or are you dying?
You only get to choose one.”
I don’t wanna choose.
I don’t wanna live.
I don’t wanna die.
Let me just stay here,
Surrounded in grays and
Swirling blacks.
Here, where my feet leave no tracks.
Here in the comfort of oblivion.
*
Yes, I am dying.
Leave me alone.
Aztec Warrior
