JBRish
In a world that's fraught with lust, a lack of love
Everything is complicated by the isolation
The immediate response to the trivial
The innate reception of inane creation.
We breath nonsense and exhale uselessness
Searing and persistent, every twitch of pain,
Every twinge of regret, of remembrance
Settles behind my eyes.
I don't feel their pain, I just feel sorry for them.
Why can't they just be perfect like me?
She's my rock.
Nanny not just a title.
Beautiful soul spilling over,
Always making sure to keep my heart open.
Catching drops that fall from hers.
Strong.
Bold.
Sturdy and reliable.
Inescapably, inexorably inert.
Exploding Oxygen.
Gorging on Carbon.
I stood over this cracked floor,
Slapping the whiskers of this broom against the floor.
Merely tousling the dust around in circles,
Productivity getting swept up in mini tornadoes.
I've done this so many times, but its ALWAYS,
ALWAYS dirty. So why do I even bother?
I've spent my life staring skyward,
I've been taught to be worldly, explore this earth endlessly.
But the stars twinkle tauntingly, beckoning
Tiny catcalls to my soul.
I've always dreamt of being otherworldly.
An engine of fire inside.
Blood pressed against skin,
Threatening to burst forth.
An internal monsoon of emotions
Tearing the stability brick by brick,
Toppling the trained tranquility totally.
Perspiration is looming when the air becomes humid
Fumes become rancid, when the dance becomes frantic.
Elated bouncing and trouncing on checkered floors.
I give chase to the dreams I’ve lived to create
I purse my lips in frustration and curiosity both in equal measure
It is these two that take my hands and lead me down the path
With their hands in mine I climb.
Gripping slippery granite, I strive to reach the top on this planet.