I need a vacation.
Bitterness in the face of an old glory told
over and over again, renewed
promises of beginnings
I just need to go. Exploding out of this confined space, flaming
every idea with new places. But
an oath had been made under an
Oak tree, far, far long ago.
It’s the reason I must shut
open my eyes in this blizzard of
sharp truths, sameness, and thirst
in spite of
betrayals, disappointments, and accusations.
Remember me not. For I am but one of many struggling souls.
Remember me. For I will arise from this ash.
4.3.2019
Ralph with Coffee 