Destiny's Child

Life seems unfair to many.

Where ripened grapes

have soured into vinegar

I live in the primordial soup

of existence, and its need

to be present in the shadow

of turmoil.

In it's needs to violate

and destroy soft tissue

as it rapes at the hearts

of those with dreams,

tears down the facade

of normality and leaves

visceral entrails to be

pecked in perpetuity

by dark, cold blooded

carrion creatures.

In this dustbowl,

I, a cave-dwelling fugitive

from life, long to be suckled

with life giving milk

from a firm young breast.

But that dream is simply

an empty wish that

will never be my fate.

 

21/03/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My goodness, a hard view at life. I believe we accept less with old age and we don't have to. I liked the directness and the view shared. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed a hard view Coyote John. Many thanks.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[kentuck14]

John,
I believe it's what the world's all about. Ahh . . . the desire to retreat to the womb! Interesting poem.
Tom

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The final few lines are a reference to the plot of John Steinbeck's 'The Grapes of Wrath' which seemed to fit well in my thinking about where we are. Again many thanks Tom.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

well we are already out of the dark cave, but the one that nurtured us...now the darkness is unfamiliar and unsettling...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed so Jacob. Very unsettling. Many thanks.