each and every day
we follow the sun to its resting place.
we watch the clouds turn purple
and we sigh at the end of a day
that will never return,
a day lost to the past,
with only a limited future
that lies ahead.

each and every night
we stare up at the stars and cry.
we mourn the death of our sun
and we shudder at the pale expression
that now rules our sky,
harsh, yet faint
as it swallows our tears,
never understanding our sorrow.

each and every morning
we look to the heavens and rejoice.
we bless the return of our sun
and we thank the gods
that gave us the light
that once again
will cover our sins
until dusk.

we look to each other
to see the future
in eyes we can't trust.
trust broken so long ago
still sore with
the acid of discontent.
pale and deathly,
our sanity cries
as we slowly sink
to the depths
of our uncertainty.

the beauty of life
and discovery
lost forever
in the canyons
of our sorrow.
torn by years
of doubt
and faded
in the glare
of  our anger.
we continue
our impious descent.
only to find
our hearts at
the bottom
of this sad well,
shattered in the darkness

wading through this sea of people
as if i had no home.
wandering so slowly
in this vast mob.

reds and whites,
blood and sorrow.
it surrounds me in this mirror of reality.
a sick parody with no way to turn.
i just keep falling,
waiting,
calling,
but all is silent in my hell.

i wonder at their words,
at their nonsense.
it bleeds of a thousand souls
lost at birth to acceptance.

so much bustle
in this tiny space in time.
i rush home,
but find that all is broken,
reminded again of the madness
into which i was born.
computers,
guns,
virtual reality
never dead,
never lost
just watching
as i wander
in search of my home.