Soulsight

Soulsight

Just another wishful thinker,
wondering what the world holds for me.
I am wandering the labyrinth of my mind,
Ssipping down the side of the freeway,
watching the cars whiz by.
There is nothing left where I stand
but the broken glass of stained bottles
thrown out of the windows of expensive SUVs.
And the wind whistles through my ears,
ruffling the crumpled autumn leaves at my feet.
I scream up at an angry, empty sky,
alive with the products of human minds,
a place I cannot ever reach.
I am captured by the morbid beauty of the rain
pounding down around me, sending rivers into the gutters.
I am frozen in place, unable to move,
away from the mesmerizing glow of the headlights,
the squeal of protesting tires on unforgiving pavement.
There is no escape from the growing bulk of vehicle,
racing towards my waiting place.
So I raise my hands to the sky and accept my fate,
that sends me sprawling to the ground in a daze,
my head cushioned by the shards of broken glass.
Dimly I remember waking once,
refusing to give in to the blackness and silence
that overwhelmed my mind and vision.
But the blanket of night surrounded me,
cutting my vision, choking my air,
and I gave in to the comfort of eternity.
I was just another wishful thinker,
and the world held a fistful of poison for me
that crept through my veins, stilled my heart,
and settled my aching brain.