By Andrew Scott
Not The Time Or Place
Crashing through the doors like a rabid animal trying to spread its infliction. Glazed eyes of hate seeing nothing but blurred red, anger leading the sight. The wrong place you have been lead with your tunneled thoughts. Feeling unexpectedly persecuted, ready to lash out. Not caring about witnesses or bystanders. The wall grips your intentions, blocking the child antics that your steps have taken. Stomping the misguided rage that burns the unthought-of mind. Save the innocent from your heated, cowardly punch. Aggression has mislead you to the place that you are standing. Now or never realizing that you are a type of person sharing misguided anger and bringing it to the wrong place and time.
Embrace The Choice
Staring at two different places. Caught at another blind intersection. So many have been seen and traveled throughout the years behind me. Each entrance looks so different. Inviting weathered paths pointed in any which way. Always leading to indecision. As in the past i know each step can lead to torment or the happiest, fulfilled outcome. The terrain is marked with the tears of many before me and my steps forward. I know there will be more tears, pain, fear, laughter, and sweat. Spirits will be uplifted and soiled with each blind corner. Smiling as one step is taken and the direction of the walk is chosen, knowing I cannot go back while embracing, holding the everyday choice.
Warren County Line
The Warren County Line is on the outskirts of town. They say thieves and bandits are all around, lurking from weathered home to home. We have been told to stay away by our wise, old elders. They say the smell of sin will draw the strongest in until you are never found again. Passing by you can feel the aura of unadulterated lawlessness. No rules passed through the generations that spread curious fear in us all. We are all outsiders to all of them. People that do not understand how the civilized can live that way. Downtrodden homes filled with dirt. Kids that have never seen a school, adults that have not arrived at a job. Yet across that line, they all live on. The screams of delight are hypnotizing when heard through the echoes of the night. Savage, mesmerizing music inviting you to the debauchery. To feel the sense of immortality even if just for one night. So many before have given into that alluring temptation of crossing over that line to feel life’s hidden desires never to be seen as the same after coming back from the calling of the Warren County Line.