Broken down epiphany
broke, sitting outside a locked car
Wondering how to break in
Keys sitting in the ignition
Waiting to be turned
Looking around
Hoping the Gang in blue
Passes me by
I swear it’s mine
But what goods swearing when you are brown
Not gonna matter
Sometimes invisible is the best you get
I remember
In my youth daring anything in the world to touch me
A promise of bloody retribution living in my heart
How naive I was
Or was it that without anything to lose that life was just less valuable
My life and theirs
Though I still hold no value for lives of those who wrong me
Now, I hold my life valuable
Forced to acknowledge that the path that was past
Is long gone
And any action has deep repercussions
Though I think about the last hurrah
And play a game
One I’ll likely never put my quarter into and roll the dice
What can we do
Shouting from the rooftops
Wondering if we’re heard
Wondering if it matters
Just a silent majority
Our voices hoarse from screaming
I hear you. I hope this turned out okay and that no one bothered you, thinking the car wasn’t yours….
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Nah, I was able to break into my truck, no worries
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