by Caroline Pranck
where did i go?
somewhere where the sun can not follow
where the moon's beams have not seen.
the ocean tide hasn't touched
the place the men on earth say is dangerous.
there is no atmosphere or warmth here. No morning clouds, or sundown, or wandering mounds of flesh and dust, to rule the earth with their "won't" and "must".
I woke up to the world we won't see.
A collection of empty looks, and half-formed tastes. A place where the underachieving make-believe that dreams are something you can find, underneath this mind of mine.
They had circled me, critical of every hope and pleasure. A broken measure of all the endeavors, I had worked so far to find.
a tower of powers I had built from the ground up still repressing my shoulders. They sought to relieve me of the struggles, but take all I'd made for themselves?
What happened? Where did I go?
where am i still going?