Gabriel enjoys writing and reading especially dark poetry and ghost stories.
I am an alien in this society,
A nucleus within four walls.
I know not the world beyond,
Nor those that thrive…
Isolation has created a void,
Filled with mindless TV.
I have watched,
I have read,
I have been shocked,
By the chatter I have been fed.
Who are these people?
What do they seek?
Holidaying in Dubai
Sailing around The Turks…
Doing yoga on Grace Bay Beach.
Sipping cocktails, as the sun goes down.
Devouring flying fish and Cou Cou
Fried plantain and callaloo.
Drinking rum punch,
Underneath the stars.
Posting to their fans,
Every move the make.
Their lives on show for all to see,
Is it real? Is it fake?
My carbon trace is that of a match,
Barely a footprint in the sand.
I know not of private jets,
Nor of those in demand.
I am not influenced by reality stars,
Nor celebrities and what they sell.
I have no desire to emulate,
I am striving to stay well.
I realize no icon or role model,
Existing amidst naked reality.
There is no following for me,
Or fan base to such a personality.
For within my brick cube,
I have no need of highfalutin.
There will be no splurges,
No Chanel, Gucci or Louis Vuitton.
There are no more voids for me,
Only time created for better things.
Time to chat with family and friends,
To learn, teach, explore and thrive…
I have finally found my wings.
I will embrace the changing world,
To the dark fathoms I will not succumb.
The sun will rise each new day,
And I will catch a flying fish,
And I will drink a glass of rum.
© 2021 Gabriel Wilson