Eqlektik

Elements of deception

Cloud my perception

As I seek an intervention

God give me direction

Enemies abound

They seek to pounce

Without a sound

But cowardice betrays them

They seek safe haven

Not a man among them

Mere mindless shells

Lacking testicular fortitude

How I long for solitude

Peace of mind

I search for

But cannot find

A place where the color of the grass

Would inspire Zen like musings

Such would be a place of my choosing

With air so clean as to effect

A euphoria of narcotic dimensions

Not to mention the quiet

Punctuated by gurgling streams

The birdsong’s sweet lullaby

But such are only imaginings

Does my Ides of March draw nigh

Must I also be doomed to utter

“Et tu Brute” of a fashion

Must I be like “The 300”

Standing my ground

In the face of insurmountable odds

Alone in a dark tunnel

A light pierces the gloom

My spirits are lifted

Then deflated

The light I see in front of me

Heralds the onrushing train

I am alone….It is dark

I AM UNAFRAID.

© Charles Matheson