it’s the start of the new year need to go through my iphone contact list and delete all the names of those sacrificed for the financial and political gains of society’s charlatans
with stones of doubt stuffed into a backpack the journey begins emotions on uneven footing at first there’s a willingness to step over shattered expectations then comes compromising on the path to be taken traveling in darkness instead of the light small clearings from chaos give a false sense of hope but soon brambles of hate and injustice narrow the aimless course days become nights nights become sadness sadness becomes an eternity
the hands on the old man’s watch stopped as if his fears had entered an inanimate object he stared out from his apartment window into the darkness memories projected onto today men in black uniforms herding people into the street cursing each breath they took striking anyone who resisted the poor the elderly man or woman it made no difference for they were not seen as humans but rather the cause of a sick nation but now he was in america and the scene that took place last night must have been a nightmare for this is portland
waking up at night long before dawn digital clock mocks requests for sleep cold sweat and megrims of uncertainty throb as pulses of questions expand veins questions of why or for what purpose have some died their shallow graves in the earth of freedom are eroded by ignorance and hate leaving only that numbing pain that last for centuries