A child waits with the shameless below
The spaces are still in the vision
Crouched together
Faded into the grey distance
Yet I see them lying over there
Frozen they stand
Silence can hear these voices
Fear and concern for one's self-preservation
Watch from afar
Trembling hands falling down
I catch one more breath
Hope the next time brings courage
Carefully worded phrases
Withered choices hold back my tongue
So confined by restriction
I do what is best for the time
Hearing what needs to be seen
Following me to these dreams
Moving past on the line
Never dry in winds
Painful thoughts in my head
Do I take the needed step
Dressing wounds that won't heal
Taste of hate is bitter sweet
Future guilt as a strong deterrent watching me
Weighed down by the chains of life
Who is this man? I know that it can't be me
Won't see myself or my mind
Lost in the dread of it all