The New Native

I learn to run

and eat away at my

inhibitions of yesterday,

as cannibalistic

as some may say.

The natives said it was ok

to forgive those who

have disowned me...

oh, but how they

overtake me.

I learn to keep

all of my foes at bay

as I eat away at my

anxiety...that is what all

the shamans say.

They confirmed there is no way

to seek sanity

as renegade soldiers
continue to

butcher away

at my idleness.

I run from the east end

to the southern bay,

screaming a victors cry

that must be heard somewhere,

heard in the cross hairs

of belligerent play.

I sit in disappointment of

another day

as you rest in complacence

scavenging the bloody bits

of feeble prey...

I say ok...ok...ok, ok, ok

I am done,

so done.

I can't run.

The village does not
believe me?

I am done,

so done.

I can't run.

You cannot hurt me...

anymore.