Words of Randomnity 2: Out of Distress

Out of Distress

You were a mess.

Attacked by a vulture who could

sense weakness,

sense demise.

Attacked by a cheetah who could

outlast you,

outrun you;

outmanoeuvre you.

It took hold of you.

At best, you had second place.

F

o

l

low

i

n

g

the Leader. Leashed, having the freedom of

the outside world, but still

held back.

You threw it all out.

Took off the chains,

chucked them away. And now you're

out.

You forgot about it all. You didn't know it would

be

so

easy.

Your loaded pistol was the only one not

disappointed in you.

(Nonchalance wouldn't have

saved you.)

Action.

Your trash can's full of

all the inadequacies that

consumed you,

splattered with the

red ink you used to send

it

off.

Nothing's left.

The burdens that you kept

hold of are gone.

Everything you've ever hated

is T lying on the floor

in

a

heap

by an empty shell.

Care

fills your wastebasket.

It's out of you.

You're out of it.

Y o u ' r e o u t o f d i s t r e s s .