An Exit Strategy Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Introversion an enemy without a doubt
Paying homage to this shell shock existence
Powerful gestures, a poltergeist’s prey
Words hidden inside oblivion
Serendipity on the hand of an ace’s retrospective
Searching for eights to dance with the dead man’s bland reassessment
Of what is not known in the origin of a dialect’s mute informality

So you have me now
This attention, all yours
Going through a bevy of business
Words becoming convoluted by their own reaping benefits
Unknown towards an undisclosed location, partially misinformed

Light a candle before the storm
Let us make sure everything is peaceful, Surreal and warm
Hold this hand gripped for two
My silence is way too confusing

Blessing the sky upon your arrival
Dancing to each dream’s starlit above
Serenaded to a place where reality is greeted
Where common sense has a place to play

Exit me out
Let me take you all in
Paying homage to who you are
Me, the one blessed upon your personal choosing

These sacred words shall always be right by your side
Everything I give,
I hope means everything to you

Where shall we reside from here?
Tear me up, in towards out

I will never haunt myself again