leading a walk
through
the rainforest
the naturalist
said
it’s always
the one thing
you fear most
that shows up
during these walks
be it poisonous
bugs
or
snakes
and
sure enough
loudly strolling
through
the forest floor
an off course
politician
shrouded in hate
a life in fear
fear of revealing
that beneath
the layers of disdain
lies
an empty life
with
only
hate
to protect it
from
being recognized
as
a fearful fraud
destined
for
an unknown
grave
night embraces you in cloth of hidden shadows with sequin street lights pulsing through the growing fog sanctuary for nightmares moments unwanted making you conscious of death and unable to sleep