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Running In the Dark
-Mike Sullivan

I’ve been ducking in shadows and eating the fruit. While never making it to daybreak and speaking the truth. Without bringing healing to hearts without sharing the proof. In a world full of tens who wants to feel like a two. So I was a permanent resident, a unanimous president of my four wall residence. Bland white walls so far from decadent. The purchases around me slowly changing up my etiquette. Lets sit and talk about cars, music, electronics and anything that’s “relevant” while keeping the good news completely separate. This presidency led to debauchery led to treachery led to wanting nothing more to do with me. With you. With us. The trust in lust went on so long it became a must until I got the nerve to shake the dust let the scars heal and clean off the rust. Cause these eyes contained in skull encasing brains yet my eyes grew dim my skull hard to truth while my brain kills the tree right down to the roots. Sometimes its much easier to claim ignorance. So these shadows, these potholes, these divots in my day to day have become a nest where I nurse to health all these insecurities, fears, dreams and regrets. Until they’re able to fly. But ya see it’s a far drop if you don’t flap those wings. It’s a quiet venue if you don’t get the urge to sing. It’s a lonely life to not have a queen with a king. It’s a world devoid of talents if you never know what to bring. Dreams and aspirations need to be realized. The times of big houses and freshly cut lawns we idealized. The way Romeo looked at Juliette that we romanticized. The open future robust with promise that we conceptualized. Sometimes you just need that mustard seed to move a mountain. It’s a shame for so many that dreams became weights at their feet. That hands became cuffed and shackled to the floor. That the wings you were destined to fly with have been taken of f your back by blunt objects so all that’s left is pain intact. It never was supposed to be like this, you were never supposed to chase an elusive kiss. Never supposed to keep your hands by your side. Never was your mouth supposed to hide. May your lips be touched. May your chains be broken. May your mouth be vocal. May you live like this…I want your mind to always wonder and your eyes to take in beauty left to right. Breathing deep to appreciate the sights. Your mouth to speak heart and promise to those with none. But using using your arms and hands to help raise the sun. Shoulders of atlas to aide in your brother plight. And steadfast feet to retrieve the lost from the night. You can find me in the darkest places. Mingling with the others in the dark spaces. Listening to peoples stories being slowly shown how bad life can be from a broken home. How drugs and alcohol is the broken hymn which they sing. How close to death you can be with nothing to give. Lost in smoke and mirrors while their broken zippers don’t hold the warmth in no more. I guess running around in the dark will kill me eventually. But as long as I can tell those broken hearts there will always be love for you, unconditionally.