Landmine

The hardest part of existing

is in the try

We’re forced to try

but have no real say

Point your fucking boat in rights direction

Her hopeful beaconed light

rotating, rotating, rotating

She’s a lie

A rock shored light house

with no beach

but real hope…

Real hope:

Is knowing in your bones

in the deepest of downs

That you have no control

None

So my love,

Paddle for the warmest sand

with all your might

Knowing that despite your best

you may capsize in the dark

and watch all that’s kept you afloat

panic before it drowns

but paddle anyways

Through the universes sea

and all the horror

that fills its landmines