April 14, 2023 

the arrow points to the morning resurrection,

thoughts fictional, now one feels the necessity

of becoming other than this plastic façade 

each waits for their means of escaping a

home life that demands one use his actions

to excite their redundant natures in a maze

of repetitive voices telling you what you will

become as you ask why, what have I done,

you feel the explosive anger settling in, the

returning of your madness of roads blocked

you try to absorb yourself in a malice of commonality

unworthy of your inner skills structured for survival

listening to the cries of those in need, hunger grows

as sunset begins the stifling of ones dreams

as we begin our loneliness in a journey beyond our

knowing truth seeking a new vision of hope