The Errand

I wonder and worry about the rays of light

Trickling into my mind that have triggered a blight

Among my crops and displaced the ocean of dreams

Swirling around feral thoughts and pretty wishes

Unfettered by the chains tossed at me

Like prize money, the flowers after a show.

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It becomes harder to ignore.

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Those thoughts, trains long since having left the station,

Sloshed overboard and dripped from my eyes,

Plopped angrily against cracked asphalt

And shimmered beneath a flickering neon sign

That watched and judged and made sure every little girl

Played by the rules.

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It’s impossible to ignore.

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What am I to the dancers twirling in my mind?

Who am I to the executioner, the king above him?

A shadow. A thought of a thought.

An errand.

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I cannot be ignored.

How have I been ignored?

I am an errand.

A shakey checkmark splashed on a bloody page.

Little more than a fleeting ask, fulfilled.

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