In a world of gilled creatures swimming in their puddles of shit and piss
We’re beings anchored to their ocean floor
Guests in a broken home
Salvaging the air from the lungs of those less fortunate
Surviving by the mercy of the common man’s air pocket
Their hands clasped over your crackling independent squeaks
Screaming salvation from injury and pain
They’ll crush your unique lens
A rock through your only window
They’ll hold you back
Trudging through their grasp
Each pleasant memory
Breaks away
Like Pigs
Ripping apart slop
With greedy snouts
And desperate demeanors
They’ll poke and prod
You’ll keep swimming
The pieces that break off
Seeds planted
Growing to an unseen consequence
A tree breaks through the surface
Reaching up to the heavens
Praying for change
Our last savior crawling
They admire, you inspire
A panting observed, then ignored
A grey canvas with a drop of color
A beautiful Petri dish
Enduring their critical minds
A dissection
They call it you
The shattered Remains of a visionary
Placed in my palm
I’ll keep swimming
When it’s my time
And I drown
Use my broken hope
And make a raft