Unharmed

 

 

       Silent as a predator

on the far side of a hill

nearing, reality inches closer,

hungry and stealth.

       Days inside a half-grown dream

nurturing this ideal that is unable

to fully mature and tower.

 

This hallway fills with sludge,

that hallway with toxic fumes,

and another with mealy worms searching

for a host to infest and consume.

 

If I stand still none will take me

but movement happens without my accord,

time decides, aligns everything to its filthy trade.

 

I see with one eye – linear. I can hope but

my hope is made of straw. I can grow, but in

growing I condemn myself even more when again

I will be trapped and reduced.

 

I can burst through in my mind.

In my mind, I can leave these ruins,

take flight, take shelter,

wilt the taste of defeat,

cover the lamp and pretend I hear

soft chords, harmonies

converging.

 

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in  “Communicators League” August 2022

https://communicatorsleague.wordpress.com/2022/08/28/five-poems-allison-grayhurst/

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Published in “Winamop” June 2022

http://www.winamop.com/ag2200.htm

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