Rowing past the Eiffel Tower is what I did every morning for the last nine years of my life.
King of like my own version of Dante’s Inferno while I sit back witnessing evil my eyes,
Didn’t want to believe as I dreamed of a different life.
Where I wasn’t floating in circles,
Down a rabbit hole full of in-coming hurdles,
Rocks I’d smash into as heavy as the sin I’d meddle with,
And,
Search through,
In hopes I would stumble upon Alice in Wonderland,
Rather than Alice in chains while trying to understand,
Why some of us are held captive by memories at the same time thunder claps through the sky…
But,
Regardless of how sweet our view is,
Our vessels,
Deep down inside,
Are as dark as each hue is when we close our eyes,
And,
Ignore what’s happening in front of us…
As a man who’s never taken flight,
To any other place besides Miami highs,
I grip the Eiffel realizing every beast I can conquer.
Like,
The grip of a woman that wasn’t strong enough to hold me under water longer,
Than she thought she would as I pondered,
And,
Wandered through an ocean of purity most would drown in…
The object of my survival in the palm of my hands while she stared,
Astounded.
Her only gift left behind when leaving me stranded in a desert full of bloodhounds with,
A taste for blood I acquired through battles against the sound of,
A voice in my head telling me to turn back…
Cursed hands weren’t meant for me,
Even if they gravitate towards what’ll hurt that,
Child I see anytime I look inside of a mirror her hands,
Shattered while I was dreaming of a dirt nap that didn’t matter,
To anything,
Nor,
Anyone other than Christ himself.
The existence of a God I could not deny after,
Answering my dire call for help…
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