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Waiting for the Fall
by James ZealyGenetic Identity
Wild Branch's personality
Deviating from the staid family roots
Tranquility juxtaposed with insanity
Conflicted with the Hyena howls
Of Addictive personalities
And Schizophrenic tendencies
Wailing the cries of alcohol induced fantasies
Brush strokes of angry outbursts
Paint a picture that deviates
From the perfect image
The family longs to parlay
As we dangle tenuously
From this dysfunctional branch of the tree
With fragile tendrils of stability
Just waiting for that wind
Blowing from Satan's castle
That dooms its victims
With a future of clouded vision
And a skewed sense of reality
The cries and wails
Of the fallen fill our ears
We weep tears of futility
And feel consumed with despair
The fear wells within
Of who will be the next to fall,
From the slowly dieing tree
Disintegrating before us.
10/19/2004
Author's Note: I am the last male in my family, both sons are gay, and one is far from sane. My daughter appears okay and is succeeding. There have been recurring patterns of select members of my family having signicant problems with abnormal behaviour. I guess, nature is doing the ultimate pruning.
Posted on 10/19/2004
Copyright © 2024 James Zealy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/21/04 at 07:53 PM This was a clear, well-written piece; honest and I would guess difficult to write. Excellently done, James. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/22/04 at 02:06 PM Yes, the Nature doesn't believe in individuals not does it care for them. Nature loves Crowd since they alone can serve its purpose. Rest is to be prunned. Besides, as you know, where there is an expansion there's a contraction in the form of seeda, carrying the lay our plan of the expansion in the form of DNA codes. |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 09/15/05 at 02:30 AM I can relate to so many aches this poem is about. Why are some of us protected and safe and some of us are blown away? Thanks for sharing this with us. |
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