The Weight of Life

Today, the streets do not remember our feet The sun still thirsty for more of our sweet, sweat We climb the pavement to tomorrow like an unending horizontal wall Marching on to the answers beyond the questions to our inevitable fall The north wind blowing my thoughts to the west I’m kicking up the remnants of the oblivion we are, dust Shouts of betrayal rising first from the south, then the east Cries for surrender dissipate with the long overdue sunset At night, the screams of my people dying brainstorming a nightmare My belief in diluted faith, screeching nails across the bedroom mirror I sleep, barely clutching to my blanket of sanity My divided heart rattling in my chest like a caged monkey Alone in the interrogation room of life, questioning my choices A loud whisper finally deciphers the message, but my brain has a virus Eyes blinded by mental anguish, needing closure To finally open and see a murky, bright future