We All Fall Down

They grew tired of not acknowledging us, sick through neglecting to see our miserable plights, our leaden hopes failing to ascend.1

They simply swept us aside.2

Herded. Caged. Taken away. 3

We find ourselves looking down desolate streets; each allocated a job to perpetuate this self-contained, fenced off, hope free society. 4

They have given us a park. There are no lights; only a loose black cloud, that permeates throughout. But still, it is a park, and on days when the Sun takes pity enough to shine, there we can see life, where all else is decay. 5

We are taken from disgusting poverty and struggling to survive, to a contained, controlled existence which keeps us away; keeps them ignorant to what they do not want to know. 6

It is not long until corruption and neglect thrive. 7

A lack of good policing results in gangs taking control. Those attempting to embrace the opportunity, to live a decent, family life, are left wide-eyed and fearful, watching and waiting for something to be done, their cries to be heard. 8

Still, they wait. 9

One day, it will all end. One day, I will not have to wake, and countenance this apathetic hell which I must have some how created; or at the least, contributed to its design. 10

We wanted it this way; we’ve got it this way. Nothing to aim for. No cross of ambition to bear, the weight of responsibility and the burden of promise lifted from our frail shoulders.11

We exist, and nothing more. 12

Our ambitions abate; monotony spreads and thrives like an efficient cancer. 13

Art dies.14

Next comes acceptance. 15

Now, it is not a possibility, it is a reality; there are no possibilities. 16

I feel for the weak; those for who having their souls crushed is a new sensation, a bruising redefinition; creation through destruction, of a new, deeper understanding of life that you never needed, never wanted, but now…17

You cannot unlearn. The knowledge you acquire steers you, shields you, and though it may feel like constant freefall, there is something of merit which can be gleamed from it; weightless, inconsequential; it might be happening, but it means nothing. 18

For this sensation, I can survive this wide awake nightmare. 19

I can face impending death and I do not shake. 20

The city is rotten. The end is coming.21

All I do is stare, and wait. 22

I was in love, once. She was not. 23

She adored the attention, liked the perception of herself she could take away and wear like a mask when without me, but that was all she ever wanted, even if she didn’t know it at the time. 24

I don’t blame her. Once through my wicker frame, my tarnished innards are unsightly, pungent and ever growing. 25

I don’t blame her.26

Unrequited love is all I can think of as the flames swallow me, flake away my skin and char my bones.27

I hope for most, it was different, and in that brief, shining, dieing moment, they clutched a memory so precious, so fragile, it can scarcely have been said to have existed at all. 28

That which isn’t known to most, but is at your very foundation. 29

Only, with mine, with a match once struck, it all burns and curls away, like yesterday’s irrelevant newspapers. 30

Irrelevant. Even to me. 31

My eyes melt observing the skyline on fire. 32

When the end comes, you say you aren’t prepared. 33

You raise your hands, cry out to a God who cannot hear you or does not care.34

Wait…35

But for what?36

What would you have done differently, what could you have achieved that would make this some how more bearable; how would you have somehow melded meaning to that which is at its root, chaos and confusion?37

What would you have said?38

Who would you have said it to?39

Our World is sick, and we have been made the scapegoats. 40

Amputated, like a diseased limb. 41

Creation through destruction.42

Tear it down to begin again. 43

We all fall down. 44