I need to cut my grass

Look at it...ten feet long and counting...sunshine rays pouncing...and worst of all...the rain is coming,

I have to hurry and cut the grass...the sunshine equals happiness...the rain defines the sadness...heartbreak over many blades,

So where do I begin the fear...snakes are bound to hop from their holes...ants marching like armies on patrol,

There has got to be a better way...maybe start on the edge of the high grass and work my way in,

Or simply cut a strip right up the middle...box my fears into two separate entities and begin climbing the tiers,


Has no one noticed how high my subconscious has grown...strand after strand of high grass piercing my emotions like swords in a wall,

The obnoxious insects beckon my name from their humble homes among the towering forests...how I've grown fond of them,

It's funny how Love has become the grasses binding molecule...helping to keep it together...perceiving it faster,

But the rain is coming...and I must shed myself of the growing monstrosities that have overgrown my soul,

One by one I will wipe you clean...clean shaven like a beard before the five o'clock shadow...rough patches need not call,


I will smite those stragglers...those blades of grass that still wish to do me harm as I walk to the mailbox I haven't seen in years,

Friends I've yet to hear from...the devils own pickpocket taking from me as he pleases...I will have no more of this mess,

The world is to riddle the thoughts of my afterglow...the questioning of why the sudden grasscut into greener pastures,

The walls have been pulled down...I have stepped onto the streets and walked over to the car that sat lonesome outside,

Many many years have past...the dawn of new deliberations will beckon my attention...I will take the call...Freedom from the captive High Grass.


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Sueswan 5 years ago

"Has no one noticed how high my subconscious has grown...strand after strand of high grass piercing my emotions like swords in a wall,"

A fear growing into a phobia.

All I can say is I am glad I live in a condo and don't have to cut the grass.


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BakerRambles 5 years ago from Baltimore, MD Author

Awesome words

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