Broken Towers

6b6040c1d89a564a2e0f5b3a2b950fe2If you are clean, then purity is a curse
I want no part of your masquerade
your merciless games
your cold, calculated inspections
the innocent, the broken, the pleading
your specimens
kept behind the glass
at arm’s reach
mute and helpless
Shielded by gloves and microscopes
you survey them with fear and revulsion
as if you might contract some disease
when you truly bear the sickness

Once I participated
Once I removed their humanity
justified my hatred with neatly packaged sayings and reasons
learned by rote so early in life
little triggers that shut down the brain
when reality’s discomfort threatened the righteous coma
With each dismissal and haughty glance
my callouses grew
until I was unrecognizable
in hindsight
Oh mankind, how strange
Capable of such atrocity over illusion
tearing asunder one another and all earth’s beings
over ideology
petty contrasts of perspective
Every interaction tainted
by fear masqueraded as virtue

You stab the dagger in the ribs of the bleeding
saying it is for their own good
only so that you can feel good about your perverted view
botched surgery
death is no change of heart
and yours grows ever colder and smaller
To extend a hand of mercy would require too much
Everyone knows, after all
that admitting you are wrong is giving in to evil
You dare not risk bursting your rosy bubble
The ugly, messy world outside…
you could never be the same
And mystery, it is terror
no illusion of control could remain
no knowledge of yours can predict the whims of fate

So stuff your ears
bury your head in the sand
call my indictment fallacious and heretical
But the high walls of your tower are old and feeble
their foundation was always a lie
and now feel it crumble
the floor beneath your feet not so steadfast as you were told
your monument stretching toward the sky
but falling so short
not so ineffable
Each stone that breaks free from your stronghold
plummeting to the free earth below
lets in another ray of light
a breath of fresh air
the wind is the truth of the world
what it is, not what you imagined, cowering in your dark corner of comfort

Distort, misinterpret, conceal and ignore
Scream without direction or reason
drown out the helpless cries
Bewail your supposed persecution
all the while your own hand casts stones at the broken
I will have no more of this
Watch me walk away
or don’t
Do you think I care anymore what you think or say?
Gossip and lies, judgements and conjecture
let them fly
(or if you will, have a beer with me
let us be honest and free
share words and ideas
laughter and tears
let us be human together)
I owe no justification or apology
I do not exist for you
not to bolster your comfort
feign respect for the game you play
There is no sitting on the fence
it only put splinters in my soul
Courage is a painful choice
but the relief of release
overpowers any regret that would threaten
High on existence
In the light of the sun at last
I am flying
and these wings will be clipped for none

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