Don’t trust the captain

I’m on a path

Like you I’m on this road
There is no light

Seven moons hang low in the desolate sky

We wait for the morning sun,
The bright light of day to ease our tense senses, we stand there waiting

None came,

The moons disappeared and
seven purple suns claimed their throne in the desolate sky

There are the screams of horror
I have no fear
Like you I feel no fear.
Only horror.

Do not trust the ragged old man who claims
‘I’ll take you to a place, uncharted water, uncharted land, I’ll take you’
He is the captain, a boat full of me- and you-like people.
He is the captain, I see him laughing on that wheelchair bumping on tables in the diner and running over our feet.
Do not trust the rugged man on the harbor.
There is only suffocating horror underneath the dimmed light.
No vegetation, a desert, echoing remnants of a tree scorched under the eternal light of the seven purple suns.
I catch a part of my thumb through the corner of my vision as I lift my arms and bring my hands to my head shutting my ears desperately trying to stop the sound.
Pointless.
In a jig we dance, on this path, you with me.
There is no rope tied ashore,
there is no boat no more,
there is no hope of ever returning
and the realization brings me
horror.
No fear
With you