droning
droning on
droning on past the city
droning on past the city streets full of light
droning on past the city streets full of light and people laughing in glee
droning on past the city streets full of light and people laughing in glee freely performing and free of burden
droning on past the city streets full of light and people laughing in glee freely performing and free of burden whilst i lay unmoving here, wondering why
droning on past the city streets full of light and people laughing in glee freely performing and free of burden whilst i lay unmoving here, wondering why i turned into what i am, this creature
droning on past the city streets full of light and people laughing in glee freely performing and free of burden whilst i lay unmoving here, wondering why i turned into what i am, this creature of hard wire and cold metal--my fingers dig into fabric
droning on past the city streets full of light and people laughing in glee freely performing and free of burden whilst i lay unmoving here, wondering why i turned into what i am, this creature of hard wire and cold metal--my fingers dig into fabric as i hear the shrieks of tearing metal and fallen men years from then, years from now, bitterly biting back brutal words
droning on past the city streets full of light and people laughing in glee freely performing and free of burden whilst i lay unmoving here, wondering why i turned into what i am, this creature of hard wire and cold metal--my fingers dig into fabric as i hear the shrieks of tearing metal and fallen men years from then, years from now, bitterly biting back brutal words and stories and honor--honor, so-called honor--is it honor when it claws your legs like thorns at every step? is it honor when it digs into your head, reminding you each day of your atrocities and vile, disgusting crimes you commit in the name of honor? in the name of what your home sees right? frostbitten flesh in the mountains, hands shaking as my skin begs, screams for death, every breath a stab to the chest, my bones and body breaking but i could never afford, never dream of stopping--a wish of peace, to bring peace back to those i care for--teeter-tottering on my shoulders, as skin becomes metal, nerve becomes wire, bones turn cold--but it's not there. i'm not there. i haven't been there for years.
yet it's droning on, and on, and on, and on, and on.
i will never truly be home.