Forced March (may come)

Sunsets rise and dawns will fall 

the darkness shines upon us all

each shadow casts a key to find

each light beam a rope to bind

a thought so tight it can’t escape

a dream so ripe with the rape

of feelings burned like gasoline

numbness spreads like gangrene

rotten to the very core

yet you whine and ask for more

what is it in these folds you seek

blisters and bunions

the sick and the weak

long you struggle

long you grind

long you suffer

but never blind

shouting your silence

into the void

all your feelings

are aimed to avoid

for each chance taken

exposes the heart

it just takes one second

for the voices to start

and infect their way

inside your brain

changing the future

for negative gain

prophets rise and profits fall

a tally for one is a tally for all

accounting for whispers that never left lips

staring backwards into an eclipse

what did not happen is counted for fact

what is fractured never is cracked

soles wore thin an impenetrable shield

marching together a cadence concealed

coming together but always alone

always forgotten forever known

the path to the center never divides

out with the inlet and in with the tides

home rings true for those in the know

a few above but mainly below.