The Haze

THE HAZE Shuffle, I shuffle through the haze; Stopping just short of the light. I reach up, only stabbing with splinters the tiny fractions of time. It's this, this, this, and that. The pieces fall and gather fat-ten-ing, their bits at my feet. I pick up the pieces and, here, hold this. It's not that heavy, a buck-twenty, at best. Hold on. Stay there. I'll go get the rest. This is my pain, my failures, and the tears I've cried. That's my rage, Now I'm weightless. So, I'll go dry-…out on the beach, a skinny bird. While you hold that, I'll go have a word, with someone that said they loved me but turned into a demon. - "I love you! I love you!" They didn't know the meaning. Now, as I walk to the edge of the ocean, I wonder; Why my ribs are poking out… My feathers, no color. The waves of darkness knock me down. There are sharks beneath. They circle around. But I'm too sick to nourish them, so with disgust at my smell, they just let me go. I begin to spin in a pool of hatred! I’m a bird that's trapped, like the others in cages! I'm not in shape to stay afloat. It's like pulling and pulling and pulling a choke on a machine made of diamonds from which blood was shed. Families tore apart and some that- ended up dead. I think I've given too much- it's all black! I'm too ing tired. Can I have some back? See, I need that stuff, it's mine and I've learned, to sift through the ashes from bridges, I've burned. Looking for things to build a foundation…fly above the waters or shine through the hazes.