Still water… dark water.
The abyss below tempts with its soft laughter.
I gaze to the horizon and its deception
of slavery and prosperous invention.
It warns of the plunge I intend to take…
Many mountains climbed for my life to stake
on a dream of freedom from the race.
Once more, mocks me to my scorched face.
I fear no death, wrath, or pain,
Yet the System’s whispers remain:
“Come join, we’ll build the future.”
Adrenaline coursing in response to the lure,
I look at the feigned, golden sunset
and chuckle at its pretended regret.
A facade of freedom masqueraded by captivity
Promising pilgrims refuge and vitality
If they bow, discard the dreams and outraged cries…
I have not forgotten, nor forgiven the system’s lies.
From fear of the cage, came determined revelry,
seeking its own path of war and liberty.
I give myself to the abyss, laughing at the whispers of a broken System.
(21 June 2016)
Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2016