I am not sure where this came from, but while binging on Netflix yesterday I had my cellphone handy and jotted down a few words. Please, enjoy!
On My Mind
Digging trenches in the earth with a head so heavy
it can’t be lifted.
Rich soil furrowed, giving way easily.
Filling the air with earth.
There are too many futures and not enough pasts, with their fists at the door.
The baggage is there. Gifts re-wrapped in black paper
and thrown in a heap with the rest.
All leashed with iron chains that clasp gently around the waist.
Failure propelling us forward.
Those skeletal hands the only feeling on your skin.
At least the walk is not alone.