POEM : Baby Turtle, Stranded


I have become like god
A dreamt idea of shadowy perfection
Now lost to bigger human ideas.
I have swayed in the wind
A baby turtle against the tide
Frankenstein’s child, not floating.
Grasping for the hope
That now vanished can only be imagined
The dreamers are the generals.
I remember your question
Shyly looking away
A bowling pin knocked down.
Things changed
Darkness lightened
Smiles breaking out on embalmed faces.
Time whipped desire into shape
You took my hand
Lead me slowly to the scaffold.
I climbed for you
Took a final look at the sun.
Blinded and in love
As the trap door revealed my death
And I collapsed to meet it.

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