A LONELY LIBERATION by David Erdos - Poem 18 from THE PEOPLES PRISON
A LONELY LIBERATION
It is as if I
were in a world of my own,
Despite the
Covidian distance. People leave.
They
dissemble. The precious die.
Friendships
fail. And the year’s forceful push
Has left a sea
none can swim through. Indeed,
So thick is
this water, that not even blood
Spurs the
sail. The lonely ghost shadows me;
A face from my
own premonition. As I write
These words or
sit reading, or before
A treasured
film things dissolve.
And the times
I had then in a close corral
Of prized
people freshly resembles
A fiction that
not even faith could absolve.
I’m The Omega
Man in my way, and, God
Forbid,
Charlton Heston. Without the height,
But still
searching through the time scrubbed
Streets for a
trace of what was felt then,
Whether it was
the ghost of…you: Can you
Hear me? Or as
previously stated, my parents
Or other
people I’ve loved; each dreamt face.
I journeyed
home on a train from a night out
Just last
month but I had no real conversation.
It was as if I
had lost my skill. And while zooming
I can feel my
former zeal dissipate. Now, on bad
Days it has
been replaced by frustration.
And suddenly I
have a need for translation
As even my
heart masturbates. It has been raking
Over former
glories no doubt; times in which
I could share
my thoughts within freedom,
And where I
did not feel quite as packaged,
Or as guarded,
too, or misread. Where I could
Be my own open
book as opposed to this clicked
One, and where
I could learn the full measure
Of a friendly
stare or shared bed. The liberation
Arrives when
it truly is your sole option. One
Learns to
embrace it and to start a hidden dance
With the dead.
Try to imagine that waltz as the characters
Emerge in my
background; from books, graphic novels,
The films I’ve
stacked and the songs which all sing to me
In any number
of voices. For how long now then,
This chorus?
This silent approach, this stalled throng?
We man, woman
or unman the gates. But the days
Are cold, so I
linger. Someday soon, someone..
Save me. But
like Sam Beckett, and until you do,
I’ll go on.
David Erdos, December 11th 2020
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