I split my tongue so that I could speak to you
in a language you would understand.
I sold my soul to a ghost,
turns out he used to be a man,
but I made out better than most;
made something of his plan.
Gone a while to the coast,
maybe they’ll bury me in sand.
I found the trapdoor
at the bottom of the world.
There was no way to escape
going any further down.
Every little bit disturbed,
I can’t imagine a way
to appease you now.
I said that I
would walk through hell
for you.
You never knew
the way I came into;
the life you choose
is not the one
they sell you in the interview.
So far gone now,
new ground is so far out.
I’m standing on the shore
fanning the flames
with my mouth.
Hoping that you’ll see me
and maybe you’ll correct your course.
You think you’re headed out to sea,
but you’re going to smash
into the rocks that ring the shore,
for sure.
On a moonlit night,
I watched you go
down
with all hands.
You never understood
what the warnings meant.
You thought it was
all part of the plan.
When you sat down
here in the day,
we admired you;
but then the dark came,
it wasn’t the same.
They don’t prepare you for this
in the interview.
I’m trying to speak the words,
haven’t you heard?
I’m trying to understand,
the writ and the terms.
I thought that we’d gotten out,
through the trapdoor at the bottom of the world.
Who knows what we’ve disturbed.
I’m you lies,
carry us to the coastline.
I wanna hear the waves when I die.
HG – 2016
Loving your poetry! 🙂
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