Day: Jul 15, 2020

Most days I don’t have anything to contribute to the conversation.

Sitting and listening to the dialogues or tributes, waiting for my station.

Just as yesterday, this day reaches its finale but I struggle to sleep.

The conversations repeat while engraving the words way too deep.

I’ve spoken up a few times but it hasn’t been what I was promised.

The mic was carried away by somebody they call Thomas.

My nerve ends disconnect from shame I felt in that very moment.

These streets worked hard to teach me that doubt is a bad omen.

The city is well-planned and thought out with its harsh borders,

A labyrinth you’re not escaping without queen’s direct orders.

But the queen is dead, you’ve forgotten, just as you did last night.

The cavalry’s lead by rebels, but not what you’re thinking, not your kind.

Every thought you have bows to them until it falls straight to damnation

So I keep listening to the dialogues or tributes,

waiting for the final destination.