Introduced species

Continent hopping like an introduced species
I've lost all possibility of responsibility.
Misery aligns with the virus
As my chosen path closes in behind me
Looking back the vines of my origins lock together.
Twisting into bitterness.
Stinging in the nettles.

The sweet nectar of the vines
run dangerously close to drowning in my veins
as it seeks to numb the pain
and I suckle from the sweet memories I can't quite find.

Listening to auburn melodies
Trickling into warm pools of conversations
Sat patiently beside me at the table
like an old friend.

I avoid my screen by obsessing with the machine
to find an outraged orange toad
Given license to offload
His celebrated ignorance.
And we all sit so muted
and hang out heads, shaking them.