I have lived largely
but been so small
that needles concealed
by stacks of hay
seemed gigantic
by comparison.
Moments of ecstasy
have faded to decades
of sadness
until I became
convinced solitude,
my preference.
In the market
where fears arise
there are too many voices
competing for housing
in my head,
I need a nap!
No one falls
through cracks
they are pushed,
how much gentler
I could have been,
instead of becoming
that boy with the sling
armed only with a pebble
and a desire to survive
a world turned grotesque.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
I have lived largely
but been so small
that needles concealed
by stacks of hay
seemed gigantic
by comparison.
Moments of ecstasy
have faded to decades
of sadness
until I became
convinced solitude,
my preference.
In the market
where fears arise
there are too many voices
competing for housing
in my head,
I need a nap!
No one falls
through cracks
they are pushed,
how much gentler
I could have been,
instead of becoming
that boy with the sling
armed only with a pebble
and a desire to survive
a world turned grotesque.
Title: Credit Ites
For Fred who showed me a different path.
