Part TwoA Poem by CG
This is based on a dream I had. I'm not crazy, I promise.
Sitting in the middle of the road in a busy city,
I cross my legs and stop the traffic. I'm
surrounded by buildings that touch the clouds
and people who slave away inside of them. I
see people walking by, staring at me, thinking
I'm crazy, but they're the crazy ones. They don't
use their minds. They follow the pack. They don't
I sit there and I close my eyes. I think about everything
that has ever caused me harm.
A girl who made me feel special, only to tell me I wasn't
good enough; passive aggressive words from somebody
who I thought was my friend; not being good enough
for my parents. I think about this and I get mad.
I start to feel my blood boil and I feel my face
getting hot. I sit there and think about all of the
times I've been disappointed, even though nobody
cared. I think about it and clench my fists. I hear
car horns honking at me, but I refuse to move. This
is my home, too!
I'm getting so angry that I start to yell. Just as I do,
a building sets on fire. I hear screams coming
from the building. It's one of the tall buildings.
People are yelling for help. The fire is bad. I hear
a firetruck approaching. I yell again. More buildings.
I can't stop yelling. Soon enough, the whole city is lit
up. Pompeii part two. People are screaming, crying,
yelling for help. The more we yell, the more intense
Everybody needs to learn to shut up.
There is panic everywhere, but I'm sitting in the middle
of the road, peaceful, now. I've seen this image too many times,
the image of my life.
My life is a giant hell, fire spewing, chemicals burning.
It's tragic, but there's always beauty in the stories of those
Anybody have any marshmallows?
© 2012 CG