I AM

thoughts left scattered,
ideas still untouched,
plans not yet discovered,
This is where my mind has left me.

Who are you?
I say, “I am.”
Nothing more.
Nothing less.

I am not that of a ghost,
not your worst nightmare,
but the stalker I am
that which you are.

I don’t understand.
“Of course you don’t.” says I.
You don’t listen;
you don’t pay attention.

Never quite succeeding as your mentor,
measuring just short of your biggest fear,
exceeding the expectations with those whose goals set high,
I am the likes that for which they call a counselor.

You’ve left me clueless.
“On the contrary, I’ve given you more than need be known.” I say.
It’s the obvious
that you wish to ignore.

I do not render your verdict,
only condemn you for being a villain.
I am what you wish you were
in times or moral dilemmas.

I wish you wouldn’t bother me like so.
“The puzzle is not for enjoyment, but your enlightenment.” Says I.
In all truth and fairness,
I have given you more than what you want to thank me for.

If I said I was a compass,
guiding you to the peaks of righteousness
and straying you from evil’s hand,
would you know who I am?

And yet another in your face clue,
I am more dependable than your mind, Invincible to pain,
and stronger than anything man made.

I exist because you say I do.
I’m better than any fantasy,
and more reliable than a blind judge.
Who is I am?

You’re that of my mirror image-
I say, “ I am.”
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

The Bridge Named Responsibility

I watch the ripple fade away with my memories
As I stand on the bank, grasped by its mud,
Clung to it by green blades of the earth,
Frozen by the past slipping away just an inch from contact.

The ripple is gone and the placid lake cries
Near a solid foundation to which I rush,
These moments in my life float away
And there is nothing I can do but reach out.

But I’m not damned
Because I am at the bank, crouching,
Captivated with fear, silent with hope,
But the rumbling of the structure destroys all faith.

The newspapers blamed the catastrophe on the fury of the river.
People shouted it was Mother Earth’s instability,
Politicians pointed at the fluctuating economy,
But the dam’s bridge knew the design was at fault.

Hundreds of bodies lie crushed beneath the water’s surface,
Millions of seconds of many skilled laborers wasted,
One reputation left undestroyed with a subconscious overworked,
These were the results of a college student’s irresponsibility.

One bridge to link a city to life had fallen
Into the depths beyond the river’s floor
To the heart of an innocent civilian,
Who graduated with top honors in engineering.

A millisecond’s worth of daydreaming
Interrupted my obligations as a student learning
And the pathway to connect me to my duties
Had fallen with my community responsibility.

The Rare Truth

thoughts said with a swirling collaboration of words
that make you ponder,
that brings you to tears,
that upsets your stomach,
most often
it’s words left unsaid
that need be known

The Red Badge of Honor

My throne, how dare I leave you?
since the early age of 15,
you have been my Majesty’s holder,
and just one year ago, mine.

I have come back to you
to aver that the rules of my kingdom still apply
and that no man shall go unpunished
under the watchful eye of myself.

I will stare, I will ponder, I will circle
Around you, my throne-
and then I will stammer, then I will blow
calling out words to let others know.

I am here to claim what is mine,
the people, the vast blue water, the forest in behind,
the land which people dwell; it is I who rule
and they who shall follow.

I will summon my best knights
to protect the kingdom when my presence is missing
and will uphold them to the strictest honor,
demanding they be the common’s example.

I shall post the law of the land
in view for all that enter
and will know who does visit
because my kingdom is for member’s only.

jail is for those who do disobey
no matter who they are
because their lives are in my hand
and no one shall die under my guard.

it is my throne I miss;
it is my throne I will take;
it is my Throne,
and my return shall be known.

For I am the guardian of life
and I will protect you
for I am the chosen one to occupy
the throne of the Cross.

Falling Deeper

Of feelings which
i threw away
stuffing them in the corner
of my mind
which I have lost
somewhere in between
fighting and hoping
for a way out of here.
Mentally.
i am gone
and no one notices
because I was the worst person
in this world of hate
which always beats me down.
Goodbye.
rain or shine
my grave stands
dry and bare
night and day,
i can not see
the stars you saw
i am dead --
In the head
looking for the hand to reach out
of feelings which
would bring me Joy.

© 2002, Diana Myers


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