Witness A Downfall (A Sestina)
There is a certain kind of sadness
I have seen in myself and others,
The confusion of bitter minds,
The fear of drowning in the shallows.
I cannot possibly throw out
The feeling of not knowing my own bones.
Have you heard that bones
were made to be broken? The sadness
Of being completely without
risk, without damage, is other-
wise known as the shallowness
Of dissolving minds.
I wonder, do you mind,
if the future cannot be seen with bones,
will the heart of a girl as shallow
as I be able to predict the way out of your sadness?
I wonder, has there been others?
I wonder, am I the only one you can do without?
I have seen you sit, out
By the ocean, trying to quiet your mind
and listen to the words of others,
the toys made of flesh and bone.
Oh, they don't understand that you try to drown your sadness
In the crashing waves, in the ocean shallows.
I'm not calling you shallow,
I'm calling you out.
I'm calling you selfish. Can't you see past your sadness?
You have to mind
Our brittle bones
For we have no others.
There is no other
option for me, except to lie in the shallows
and think on the bones
I have exposed, dug out
Of your shattered mind.
I do not feel your sadness.
There was no other way out
of the shallows. You lost your mind
Following the bones, and lost yourself in the sadness within them.