Flight

Because pointing out the truth is taboo
Asking questions is for the weak
“Haven’t you learned to read my mind?
Can’t you see I don’t want to hear it?”

Running on the fumes of false promises and fake dreams
Trying to build a castle from the ground up while the sand dries and crumbles in your wake, unseen
Under phantom touches and the trembling of your hands
Shaking from the weight of the world
The thunder of your footfalls when you
Inevitably
stumble
And what’s left of slow built foundations
Erode away with the crash of waves
you’ve never touched
You never will
sneaking up behind you
They pull you under
Fill your lungs
And
You
Don’t
Fight