Peanut Butter and Tomato Sandwich

Peanut Butter and Tomato Sandwich (PMxiv)

I noticed more and more

the rolling waves,

almost tsunami-like in their

fierceness.

They were in my head yet I

had no idea where they

had come from,

and more importantly

what it was they wanted.

My focus would only last

seconds and I would find

myself staring blankly at a

wall,

trying to make sense of the

shadows,

that frequently danced

fooling me into believing

that I was their creator,

and they were not just

random bits of light projected

by the movement of a hundred

different employees,

who unlikely were paying very

little attention to me.

I hung on, moving forward and

hoping the dense fog would

disappear and bring me back to

the real world,

where I never belonged,

nor had any inkling to join.

I was still chasing shadows on

the wall when I realized that

lunch was over,

and I had been left by

my peers,

unwoven,

left to fend for myself against

demons, bent on destroying

my livelihood in the name

of corporate greed.

If someone above you always

seems to be holding a gun

your only hope is to keep fighting until

you know they have gone away.

MCC