Deep Blue Dream Poem by Geno Flash

Deep Blue Dream

All the thoughts pour out of my head
like a river into an ocean.
Leaving only chasms with depths
none have ever known.
And it is from within these depths
that I may try to form a single thought.
Maybe something to null the
loneliness and distastefulness
of having to breathe this painfully
nostalgic substance otherwise known
as a memory.
Hating this place more and more
as each day passes by.
Dreams keep growing past the clouds,
certainly some of the tallest towers
anyone has ever seen.
To become a fish and drift
downstream and flow with
the rest of the world in
this vast ocean of never ending
confrontation of people and the
rainbow of emotions that lies
dormant just underneath their
skin.
But alas, there is no hope
of achieving this dream,
or any other dream.
The path to the river becomes
longer and longer with each step.
And there's no time for breaks.
As the sound gets louder,
the river grows ever swift.
Forcing what's left of my mind to
be in a constant state of
paranoia.
But behind all the trauma
lies a certain peace and satisfaction.
As if the hustle and bustle of life
in the form of surviving almost
completely alone is a challenge worth
conquering. Losing yourself is only
part of the battle. The war lies in
picking up all the pieces.
And for each fish in the sea,
there is a way to succeed into this state
of mind and break free from the school
that they call home and security.
They say it's safer to travel in numbers.
The only problem with that is potential
breakthrough of a single mind in the group.
Keeping in mind that all the others are pawns.
And furthermore, that each pawn is to die before
he does. Using others as puppets,
a 'kingdom' is created.
Nearing the end of the river, for all of those
who made it that far at least, is a vast
deep blue world shared by pawns.
Where everyone can be themselves and expand upon
each other in a harmony otherwise known
as life.
As for the rest.
This land of intense responsibility
and action, of peace and pleasure,
of existence, is nothing more than a
deep blue dream.

By: Tyler Creed Mabry