Honest Questions

Life it's all the same we're all lacking perfection prisoners to our negligence forever seeking that brighter day Freedom awaits in the silence watches quietly in truth it's visible in the perched eagle it is the autumn of youth and only in our growing surviving these tangled roles which cover our paths will we discover the peace to the war embedded in each one of us

As I was walking down the street, I heard a familiar sound, It was like the beat of a drum  But came from the ground  Following the sound like a dog out on an afternoon hunt, l tip toed, One step at a time  To the sound, closer I creeped  Past the fancy restaurants ,  Designer boutiques, Into a dark alley on the side of the street  The heavy, resounding beat began to recede  As I got closer and closer it became very dulled out, weak  I stood there behind a dumpster  In the corner of that alley... Listening for the sound .... Nothing Not a thing Not a pound or a pulse  Not a thump or a beat Looking closely to the ground In a far and tiny corner  Trickled a tiny red flow Removing an old newspaper thrown over it Covering my eyes at the horror Lying before me... Was a barely bleeding heart No longer beating This old heart- submitted to trial after trial  Used and forgotten li...