These Streets

June 20, 2013

This life continues to change.


Nothing feels the same as it usually is.


I guess it's what everyone looks forward to.
Growing up.
Experiencing new things without regret of looking back,
Makes my mind set to the ground.


How will I do this?
This is something to look forward to,
Not regret.
I thought everyone had their problems and my life was perfect.
Now I'm not so sure.


The grim reality of being human,
Is facing the fact that,
No one's perfect.

No one.

Not even me.


And yet I expect something from a sight down the street.


I'm on a castle throne.
I rule these captives while my own kingdom falls apart!
A place of protection,
Crumbles beneath my feet.
I'm nothing,
When I rule myself.


It's a new obligation to be dependent.
Wandering these streets,
I'm a burden to those who see me.


"Please!
It's not for drugs!
I need the money!
I'll do anything for you!
I'll do anything with you!"


A rape of the soul.
Deprived and dignity stolen of how to see myself.
I hate everyone and what they did to me!


They took my wealth and healthy way of life!...

Wait...

It's my fault.


I turn the corner with a dust bitten face,
Achy hands from carrying everything I own.
My jacket clings tight as these hands clasp and grip from the cold.


A single tear rolls down my cheek,
And yet I don't have the strength to wipe it.
It's all my fault.


I look at the light gleaming through the clouds and see life.
As I'm blinded,
All that's left is empty clothes.