Witch Hunt

Be yourself 2

I’m alive because of me.
The window I look out of, has so many cracks now.
As if pebbles and stones have been thrown from far.

Strangers or friends, anyone for that matter
Wrapped their arms in front of their ribcage
And watched the game unfold,
Carefully, being the spectator.

While I plodded, fell, stumbled and kneeing my way
Past booby traps set by ordinary people.
How can a lone white pawn fight
16 black pieces on a chess board?
Can’t you see I’m fighting the greatest odds
Mankind has ever seen?

Salem was not my birth-rite.
Only Avalon was.

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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