LIBERTY BOUND

Liberty Bound

The signs are fogbound
clearly concealing damage
as thoughts drift 
towards the aftershock
long before a wilful step is taken.

External voices suggest a parting 
a solo passage into a void
around environs of psychosis.

The meddlesome threshold
mocks in silence,
an open window resonates 
with those troubled voices
as solace applies dressing
to a sealed mind.

You consider freedom
though what course to set?
how would you remain afloat
amid the storm
with torn sail
and rotted timber?

Should you trade distress for madness?
allow gawking hordes to see you now?
to witness age as if a curse
for surely, you’ve aged ten-fold
in your bunker.

Yet it is not Octavian 
hunting you down
his ships riding rollers
toward your stricken hull.

You misplaced your perception
so, it’s time for discovery
time for a refit
time for reclamation.

You are not Marcus Antonius
there is no tragedy here,
so, go close the window
open the door
it is time for leaving Alexandria
on course to freedom!