Varnish on the black top crescent ocean
reflections of the youth I'd never known
crying helplessly like I've only ever hoped to
crying helpless on the kitchen floor
Get out
I fight to hold onto stable ground
Get out
now a piece of driftwood
Get out
A solemn plea for the safety of kinfolk
Get out
I tell my acknowledgement of injustice
What now
Holding on against the black waves of indifference
The next shore
Reeling from the reactions wrought
how long
My breath is held in anticipation
Until you land
in a realm where darkness destroys
everything except that
which eye's
tread