Ablest America
Added 2022-11-06 03:51:05 +0000 UTCTTHEY say I'm symptomatic
Might just be telepathic
I'm humming a song to the moss
And Redwood trees.
I hear a voice and it's not mine
There's a bird in a branch above a fault line
Something with me on a dirt trail of the hillside,
I wonder why my bones ache in the daylight.
I climb up the mountain but it's just a dream
I wake up paralyzed and I want to scream
But I can't, something is suffocating me. I learn that nobody is waiting for me in the dark.
What darkness I feel when I remember.
Remembering: a symptom.
No voice. No legs. No arms.
Not a person anymore, just a creature in the hospital bed.
They look at me, they gasp
What did we do to you?
That mountain pass, just a blurry view
Like the freedom I had now stuck in the past.
You deserve it, the darker voices say.
They tell me I will end obsolete, forgotten.
But they don't know I already died that day
And this is just my ghost come back to haunt them.
I hear the good voices when I'm listening
They tell me I'll make it out of here glistening
And I can't really tell if they mean Life itself or my situation.
So I try not to cry when Love shows up
Although I am filled with fear they might leave
And I won't be able to run away
Up a trail where nobody can see.
So you see, I'm symptomatic
Maybe it's Telepathy
I want to hide away from the world
But I can't afford to be lonely.
It's the life of a broken human
And I still have desires
I want to work and I want to love
And be held by the light of the fire.
Either that, or burn me now
On your ablest American PYRE
Just as you would to any other witch
Who dared to speak of your negligence.
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