Drown Poem by Ethan Moyer

I no longer feel safe.
No longer thriving in the woven October sunrise.
No longer loving in incestuous burden.
No sanctuary of eager childhood secrets.
No sanctuary of closed valley rainclouds.
A cold jaded moon is upon me.
And one last act of vulnerable heart-ache
Stands naked, on stage alone and dancing.
Fiery cries and lost innocence,
Virgin blood spilling; raped and shivering
Lost,
With ripped skin.
Bring me from this lonely desert trance.
I want to see my friends.
I want to see the teenage women.
Without love, I’m dying.