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Parasite
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
You are a parasite, sucking my thoughts from me like
a leaping leper spreading his disease. I intellectually
run from you, but you follow. Your feet slapping against
the stepping stones of my dreams. I have no purpose but
that of avoiding you, and still you come. Still you come
with your demanding eyes requesting my every second.
I cannot think anymore. I am so beaten with the focus
you place upon my existing. Like a landslide your needs
escape from you in ever widening sonnets of release.
I wonder why you cannot think for yourself? I wonder why
you must have me tell you what to be? You are cancer
to me, a foul smell that never leaves the nostrils.
I'm afraid to open my mouth for fear that you will steal
my breath away. I'm cautious to be free for I know it is
my freedom you do not want me to have. Locked inside
this devil's circle, we are symbols of desperation one to
the other. I anxious to have you gone. You determined to
never leave me alone. And so what have we left to offer
one another but the gripping shackles of faceless statues
left to rot in a garden over-run with weeds. Forever is such
a long time, and never can be even longer still. I must let
myself escape you. I must become again my own creation.
You have to go away, but even as I shout this at you I
see resistance to this though building in your brain.
So I'll run anyway. I'll run until my legs are aching stumps
of pain and my shoe leather has been destroyed. I'll run
until my feet are bleeding with the impact of your need.
And when I'm finished running, I'll let my spirit die. I'll
close the door to my life. I'll end this fantasy you want
to continue. I wonder if you'll follow my example?
