The Quarry
Self mutilation comes in many forms,
when I write, I like to dissect myself,
carve out bits of infection and toss
them into a quarry made for self-
delusion. Maybe there they’ll find
what they need to heal, and grow strong
even if it is under a crazed,
and utterly false pretense.
Sometimes a little ignorance is
just the right push, right?
I’ve seen it so many times,
proud imbeciles making gold
out of skewed direction.
Blessed be thou who will break
the bounds of real world
"common" sense, and rely on
something as blind as luck
to call their glory home.
And with a bragging heart,
they smile at the altar of
hard work and pray that
others follow in their half
stepping fantasy…
These sightless animals
follow the sound of lazy
back patting over the ledge
that was built for the strong
to learn to fly.
But no one unable to willingly
brave the fall, deserves to soar.
So, they tumble into the quarry where
I throw my brokenness, and wait
for another free ride.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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