Slicker

Slicker    8/14/2015

Dark, slick, and shiny

Are the shadows of memory

The kind we grasp at

Before they wriggle away.

Swimming in the back of our mind

Is the secret knowledge

What we once had, but lost

Distant, muted, and dull.

Fleeting by our periphery 

As we fumble around in circles

Desperately trying to recreate

Half remembered dreams. 

It is sad

That we forget

Destined to repeat

The same tragedies

Over and over again. 

Who is it that remembers?

What it was

That we once had

Dying by degrees

One minute at a time. 

When truth is gone

What is there to know?

Nothing but lies

And tyrannical control.

Arrogantly we judge

The many who came before

Unaware of the lessons

Screaming out,

For us to hear.

We think we know better

And that we are immune

Invulnerable to the same horror

Inflicted upon the numberless

And the nameless.

But I am not better

And we are certainly, not immune

Saved by prosperity and safety

On the heels of others

Long passed by.

You cannot save another

If you cannot save yourself

And who can save themselves

If they can’t sense the danger.

The truth is all around

All around you

And all around me

Even if it be horrifying

And terrorizing. 

Evil grins

And evil laughs

Never content

And never satisfied.

Staring at us

With laser daggers of death

Just waiting for an opportunity

To lunge and attack. 

Let it be no surprise

And let it be not be a joke

That pleasing ourselves

Has never worked

And never will. 

No one can ever say

That we didn’t know

When others have fought

The very same battles

A thousand times before.

The words come

And I have to write them down

Capturing them in the purest form

Before I forget

And before I lose. 

A rapid fire message

Coming from where I cannot see

A fire, not of my own making

Burning in my heart

And struggling to breathe.

Tomorrow is today

But yesterday never dies

Waiting to swallow the unsuspecting

Blood, bones, and all.