The Window

Bright sun
Trees bend to listen
VW revs his engine
Growling, growling
Howling, groaning
You can do a lot
Hammer! Hammer!
My brains?
Read the files
It's all there
Fear, Fear, Fear
That is the voice The voice of my
SOUL!
The voice which
Devours my being!
The voice which
Consumes me with fire
Did I need to travel
50,000 miles to discover that ?
Eye inflamed brain
Burning, about to explode
Voices talking
All at once
I can't hear
I can't see
I can't focus
Why do these monsters
persist
they want to devour my soul
My life means nothing
To them
There is no way of having
Staring at the sun
I could go blind
But I can still see the monsters
They consume my every action
They consume us all
We can not function without them
For if they were to leave
What would our lives be like
The real thing that scares us
Is not the monsters in our life
It's to be free of them
That is the all consuming
Scary thing
For to be free
Truly free
one must see what the insane see!
Hear what the insane hears!
Think what the insane thinks!
To sit in an empty chair
Mad with freedom
To stand over the
World
Screaming yelling
Calling to the human race
I AM FREE, I AM MAD
To fly above them
To dive through gray sky
To speed to the concrete
To embrace the street
Cold, damp, hard
Real
I am free
To be free from the monsters
The fear
Yet no one hears
No one sees
It was a joy ride
A joyride to true expression
But just for a moment
I return to my table
Pen in hand
My monsters return
To devour my freedom
Nothing left to say
I am Done!
Unaware
I am unable to
Feel or Think!

Submitted by: Scott Burns
from: Durango, Mexico...Sept 24, 1997