A shelterless island endures.
Notice how the clouds fall.
Streaming. Gleaming torture.
Postulates of a world gone mad.
Sanity has been removed. Money and greed
have replaced care and common sense.
Now, I grieve for what could have been.
If you must:
Drain my veins of this affliction-
then maybe the pain will subside,
or my lungs will inflate.
Closed off. Drowning in emptiness.
There is nothing left of me to save.
I want to scream! I do inside my head.
There is no one to hear the agony but me.
Skin wrinkles where weight was.
Loosening. I am losing this fight.
The reign of reality beckons.
Everything I have ever done is a memory.
Whatever I shall be is a withering storm.
I know the opaque is just the beginning of my journey.
Haze swirls around me.
Polluted air. Contaminated wells.
Poisons spread across acres of fields.
This gale hides beyond the horizon.
Where the blind cannot see and
the knowledgeable fail to act.
I am abandoned. The isle of me feels
the rushing stormís breezes. Can you?