R. M. Wright

Poetry

Gentleman, What if

Let me tell you a story about what it feels like to be placed up on a pedestal only to find out that there was a crack in it just waiting to break so you would fall to your death.  It goes like this.  You meet someone who seems so amazing.  You think that there is only death standing between you and forever.  Do you know how close death is, does anyone?  If that crack happens to break, well there you are at deaths door.  Gentleman, what if, let’s just say, that you forget there is a crack in the pedestal you built and you bump into that precise spot, the one that will facilitate the crash, and there she is, waiting for you, living for you and you watch her fall to her death because you were not so careful, did you forget about her, or did she just make you so angry that you looked for that fracture, hoping that you could be rid of her.  As you watch her fall, her eyes looking directly into yours, do you smile, or do you run for her, hoping to save her from your own stupidity.  Life is very fragile, what if you run to her and you cannot catch her, she falls, and falls until she is gone forever.  She is looking around for you, hoping you will be there to catch her, praying that it was a mistake, that you were really not the one who intentionally placed the fracture in the pedestal, or bumped the fracture, or even disturbed the earth around the pedestal.  Her anguish is visible, her pain is intense, do fell anything.  Maybe you do now, watching the crash, but is it genuine, or do you just feel bad because there is pain involved.  Is your pain because you made a mistake, or is your pain because you are feeling selfish and wish there would have been another way out.  Life cannot go on in any normal sense, the fracture is there, the crash is there, you may have been able to save the girl, but does she know that you wanted her gone, does she know that you sought out the fracture without care.  Does she really know you!

Fake

The wind whips past me fast stinging like nettles

It feels good, yet I wish it were more painful

The emotions and feelings have all but gone

There are bones and skin and fat that is what is left

No joy, no pain, no love, no hate

No words left to say, no happiness left to be had

All ripped away, passing by me in the brisk wind

Moving on to another place, another moment, another game

False identity, false sense of security, fake, fake, fake!