Roads to Judah

why? what have they done? who hast the culprit crossed and forced in another year? why have some gone, but we are still here? sitting in a circle of clouds. enforced upon my head. above my eager eyes. misplaced. my mind abandoned. seized to substance

Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night's cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post