Blind Spot
I am afraid
of becoming someone
who has no fear
A robotic anomaly ...
given a self-awareness blind spot
Possessing a third eye,
which moves oblivious upon
the treacherous waves of the Twin See
Sailing thru life
with a Titanic attitude
Not seeing the dangers adrift
Invulnerable feelings have no heart radar
to detect
the iceberg hurt intentions
that lurk
beneath the frozen smile surface
Hard, unspoken thoughts floating ...
bobbing and weaving
in choppy, open social spaces
of icy deep, indigo compassion
Approaching Cape Fear,
insincere trouble is looming near
Have to terminate the distrust,
make the cloudy conscience clear
Eye contact is on a course collide;
the more data shared,
the more secrets lip firewalls hide
Buoyant expectations
flood all of the hormonal decks below
Taking on a rush of opposite gender water,
accusing cries echo drown my ears
Another relationship capsized,
pierced by an immovable issue ice floe
Unable to feel any pain,
made it so wet easy to let go
Be at peace with the tragic failing;
soul flailing,
heavy disappointment sinking
But a rescue figure in a love lifeboat
wasn’t scared to dive in
With Sarah Connors eyes
Arctic gaze peering
thru the murky, emotional depths
So unafraid
of the desires forming
Reaching out,
I fear for the first time —
Inside of me,
is there anything human left ...
for her to grab hold onto?
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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