the feathers

white crows
black shows
white foes
in tow

birds of paradise
elusive
evasive

i pa$$ed out
again
$earching

i want to go
home
but i live
nowhere

we are physically
separated
by 100 feet
but in reality
it’s really 100 thousand
million
miles

my eyes
are
bloodshot;
sedated;
and blinded
by
lids
and
propaganda

i just
wanna
go
home
but
i
live
nowhere

i’m
too
weak
to
make
it
home

the
elderly
man
and
woman
(a couple with dementia;
a demented couple?)
pity
me
and
my
weakness(es),
but that doesn’t
stop them from
robbing me;
plucking
every
feather
from
me…

I’m grounded.
Impending death.
Flooded with fear.
Drowning in my
own
blood.
Who says the elderly
don’t contribute
to
society.

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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