Wind Chill

Wind Chill         2/20/2015

Same today as yesterday

The debilitating weight of time

Hitting my like a freight train 

Running me through
And running me over.   

Sometimes we fly high

And that can be a great feeling

High above the claws

And beyond the reach of arrows.  

 

But the fall can be hard

As gravity drags us downwards

Inevitably falling 

For what it seems like forever. 

Going up

We see, what we want

But, coming down 

We see the reality 

Rushing to meet us.

But not all who open their eyes

Will ever see the truth

As they have grown scales

Of cynicism and lies.

Unwilling and unable

To let go of childish emotions

Preferring instead 

The comfort of blame 

And hatred. 

 

They hear not

The voice of God

So far down the path

That nothing can reach them. 

We bend over backwards

And jump through endless hoops 

To please them 

Sacrificially, dying a little more

Each and every day. 

The driving force of man 

Like the whims of our nature

Remain as they were 

Either for good 

Or for bad.  

Cutting me 

And cutting you 

Because that is what they are

And that is what they do.

Let the sheep follow

And let the wolves stalk

Until we chase them starving

Straight into hell.