Sum Of My Parts Poem by Jeremy Horsford

The steely look from the crowd, barely
changes my decision.

The cries from somewhere beneath, remind me
of a dream swallowed by the distance.

My fingers bleed, tunnelling for an ideology
once believed, once a truth, now a myth.

The wind is overwhelming, unreasonable,
listens to none. I am compelled to negotiate
with the unreasonable...at least until my
message is delivered.

The wind remains silent, but imposes on my
delivery.

The messages from the crowd drift...silently
pass besides me and all invested parties.

I long to communicate, however the distance
is an obstacle. I seek to promptly remedy
the separation.

Nothing seems to translate, words spoken and
unspoken seem a sullied image of what was a
moment ago.

The focus of the crowd is mass. I now
realise, the message is unimportant. What was
a caring few, is now a mass awaiting an
unfortunate resolution. I am the deliverer of
misfortune it seems.

I hope the wind guides me to their feet.