I'm standing alone in a crowded room.
Defenceless. Just me.
A vortex of wretched tones,
crashes my senseless sea.
My mind an island,
my bones buried in sands beneath.
Waves crashing at my tired
yet restless feet.
Anxiety twisting my
shaky knees, splayed
at right angles. My mind flayed.
I'm perplexed. My senses frayed.
This sea of modernity
has my shipwrecked.
I don't quite fit,
I'm feeling more 1870s
when the world is day glow neon obscenities.
I just want to amble amongst the trees,
shuffling my feet through the crunchy leaves.
Smelling the scents of yesterdays flowers
perfuming my modern day,
As I sway away like those trees peacefully.
I just want to write,
not by blue phone screen
bathing the night,
but by candlelight,
as the flickering flame
brings my heart to life.
I want to see with eyes that are
not clogged with this smog of modern life.
I want to feel I belong.
Is that really so wrong?
I want to feel the pitter patter of rainfall,
not a world crumbling to a quick downfall,
I want the summer bird song
singing seeds into my core.
Not the endless talk
of a world on the brink of war.
I want peace, love, tranquillity,
with poetic waters flowing over me.
Now don't get me wrong,
I'd like some modern amenities.
The respect of peoples beliefs,
the acceptance of differences.
To not be exorcised,
as my demons are figurative, not real.
To not be locked up, burned at the stake,
to not be killed for my life's pathways or ordeals.
But as long as I can bring some of this,
I'd happily exist
and not miss the endless drudgery,
upon which modern life insists.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Modernity"
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