Desolate, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Despite being weightless, in the vacuum of space
I am tumbling down a hill, boulder my weight
Scrap shredder at the junk yard, consumes my fate
The worm on the hook, suicide bait

Wrecking ball smashes into my brain
Camel with no humps, my water is drained
The desert scorpion, pierces my veins
The jester mocks me, laughs at my pain

Dilapidated cabin, inside my schooner
Barnacles devore my paint pealed hull
Masts fiercely swing, from the violent winds
Flash of lightening, blisters my flaky skin

Highway closed, bridge out ahead
Black stick figures on yellow signs
Waving flags, to the left landmines
Demolition crew ready to wind

I pull up the plunger, I push it down
Explosion obliterates, ending my sound
Meager rat, in the subway, I scrounge
Discarded food wrappers, a meal I have found

I love my fear, it holds me here
Like a seatbelt, an air bag, pedestrian light
I walk on green only, in city traffic at night
Tomorrow may bring me, another delight

No, I won’t go, as long as I fight.
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