The Purge (Revisited)

Personally,
Honestly,
I'm too old for this shit

My biological clock
Has long
stopped
to tick

Hell, I just
watched one of
my babies matriculate
into
college

My degree
is over 2 decades old
I've lived in houses bought
And houses sold

I've enjoyed
Privileges paid
From unclaimed tips
Spent on bails
From jail cells
Occupied from
Unwanted
counter sits

I've reached
my ladder
rung of success
And baby,
believe me
I'm done
I'm ready for my
Platinum watch
And warm Florida home

But the news trending
Based on hashtags sent
Pricks my heart
And energizes my feet
to start
Walking

And
chanting

And
praying

Hmm,
look at me
Caring for
babies
Without
a genetic
Flash card match
Makes no sense
Yet
I'm still
Present

But,
guess what
I didn't earn the right
I didn't even pay the cost
I don't come close
To calling the shots

It is your future
That inspires
my thoughts and
beckons
my
methodical
Actions

Lead me with
With your
Poetically
And
Lyrically
Composed
Ambitions

I just want to be
The hand that is lent

The booster chair
You prop on your
Feet
As
you reach
The upper shelf
For
your star
so
Brilliant

I see
your hidden
Value
Your
Camouflaged
Promise

Lean sweetly
On my wisdom
Before the
gravestone
marks
It lost

Honey,
Rome is burning
Nero stands and strums
Playing notes
Of
Heartbreak
Hopelessness
Shame
Guilt
Sadness
Frustration
Confusion
Anger
Grief
Entitlement
Apathy
And
Despair

Spinning
A muddled
Responsibility
Covertly igniting
Kindling ripe and
Distraught
Sufficiently and
Properly
Fanned
Inciting a
Roaring
Conflagration

Blazing

Destructing

Cathartic

Cleansing

Reawakening
unspoken
hope

And still,
you are a
war torn
fugitive
laying to rest
perverted
bedtime stories
criminally
whispered
seductively
at night



~ D²,8.11.14,9: 00 AM (revisited 08.16.14,2: 24 AM)
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by Deborah Dalton

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