Poem by William

More often than not
I find myself lost in my own mind
Wondering why

I wonder when this became normal for me
Being forced to struggle and crawl
Belly first begging for anything that remains

Watching each new tragedy 
Inflicted on my neighbors, friends and family
With jaded eyes, knowing more is to come

Feeling the shift in the ground
Stability I’m unworthy, undeserving of
Never knowing when it will all collapse from its own weight

Do the cars that pass share in the same?
The internal desolation, the clawing scramble
Trying to find solace in the silence

One more loan
One more day
One more time pushing off the necessities 

I dream of wings of red and iron
Soaring above the normalcy of decay
Sharing flight with those who’ve come before and after

I dream of pillars 
Standing proud and supporting the shelter
For those in squalor 

I dream of revolution
Songs of change in the air, a symphony
Freedom from the blight

More often than not
I find myself lost in my own mind
Knowing where to begin