Streets

I spit at the ground

In utter disgust

But my reflection was found

Within the sidewalk’s trust

Concrete warmed my fears

Dirt in the storm-drain of my heart

Same direction for a few years

Homeless man’s dreams lying in a cart

Smoke of my past exiting the sewer

Billboards could not capture the ad

Beckoning me here, I won’t let myself be lured

I shake the lies, protection like steel clad

21^st, 20^th, then back up your street

Windows close to keep your cold out

31^st and Henry, the 10^th suite

Cab drives away, and heals the doubt

I spit at the ground

In utter disgust

But my reflection was found

Within the sidewalk’s trust

These Voices

I don't know, I guess my hopes are starting to fade.
I feel like I'm stuck in this place.
This dark place.
A rut.
A critical analysis of...
Everything has changed.
Maybe I'm going mad.
But I just want what I have been dreaming for a while now,
To become reality.
I feel like I am waiting for something that will never happen.
I hear these voices in every cell of my body, telling me to...
But I can't?
Should I?
These voices contradict each other.
So I'm just confused.
I wish you understood.
Something in me is screaming out to you.
To me..
But you can't hear,
I can't hear.
We must be deaf, together.
Together?
Maybe.