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
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