I go inside where the rain pellets the skin
piercing and drenched
I recall, as I sit and feel the years of despots and dictators reign control
My belly contracting like a beast, unwanted and violent.
I recall my youth
The beginnings of me
I recall my innocence
I retract and recoil
The memory of despots and dictators
Lurking around and about
every corner.
Rough, tumble
Soft, plush innocence.
To un-know would be pleasure.
Yearning to un-know that the absence of light is black dark colorless
thrusting that back inside, is all but impossible.
Yet, to be wild again
if I can for a minute, even recall how that feels.
The un-infringed upon mind. Freedom.
Yes freedom. Free-dom
Free dom dom
dommm…
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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