Body Count

The wasted opportunities

The scars created for effect

Experienced through dead eyes

Spectators on the horizon

Afraid to pay the admittance fee

Seeking reassurance 

But giving nothing in return

But empty promises

People 

Lying with their eyes 

While their hands are busy

An old magic trick

Demanding

Entertainment 

For the night

Viewing life 

As a series of episodes

Seeking 

The dream of a trophy wife

Loving and supportive

Meeting all their needs

Until they don’t

Or never could

Boundaries cease to exist

Until there is a sense of balance

A sense of belonging

A knowledge that change

Is needed 

For growth to occur

Discovering that the limitations

Imposed

By our past

Are reflections

Of who we are expected to be

Not who we are

Adventurer

Actor

Mystic 

In search of values

Proud of wounds

To be endured

Looking for the final goal

Which is never found

As it shape shifts

Defining every need

A shadow of consciousness

A body count

Necessary

Until 

It’s not

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by Bill Ferguson

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