Sundial

Sundial                                          1/26/2016

If I had only known

I would never have cried

Subsisting on flat line

Of comfort and pride.  

But once we try

We either learn or die

Drawing back our hands

Burned and bloody.  

It isn’t easy letting go

But even then

The past follows behind

Softly whimpering in our ear

Calling us backward.

Pulling at our heart

And sapping all our strength

The old and familiar wounds

Always a part of me

And you.

The old wounding words

Always hurt the most

Ever fresh in our minds

And repeating on a loop. 

Breaking free is hard

And it takes constant effort 

Lest we continually fall victim 

No matter how far we travel

And or how long we live.

Even the hurt can feel safe

If you don’t know better

As we cling to the familiar

Psychologically entangled

Unconscious and dumb.

Wearing down our feet

On a well-traveled path

Effortlessly fitting in

The ruts in the road.

Physical, mental

And spiritual

The unseen assault

On body and mind. 

Interdependent and invisible 

The psyche and the brain

Poisoning our body

From the inside out.

The curtain has fallen

If you know where to look

Revealing at last

The collusion and deception.

Rigging everything,

For fun and profit

Hidden in the dark

Where we cannot see

And cannot know. 

With a thumb on the scale

They divide up the loot

Skimming off the top

And laughing all the way. 

Shameless and brazen

Oh how the masks have fallen

More obvious than ever

The game of the few.    

A new high for a new low

As we descend into hell

Fighting for survival

Against ever increasing odds.

The gates are open

And the lid comes off

All of it on purpose

Everywhere you look. 

But as time runs out

Speed becomes 

Of the essence

More and more poisonous

In a flood of hate.

A race against the clock

Doing all they can

Unopposed and ever more obvious  

The horrific embodiment 

Of death.