by Kelly Steier

Created on: October 14, 2010

Going Through the Motions

Morning comes early in the urban decay

that engulfs my life with a sense of smothered

breath upon the moonlit days with no sunshine

of any great significance

and I go through the motions

to find a sense of order

in a disordered world.

I walk the gray and rotting streets

with an overwhelming sense of bitter recollections

of an unfilled destiny

that was lost among the trials and tribulations

of time.

And I go through the motions of the sameness

as age and reality dots the horizon

hidden by insignificant pettiness that abounds

from the classless souls that dare to impede

my ultimate goal to find a sense of aligned spirits

among the sky that lives without star-light,

and erupts with roadblocks.

Tears are meaningless for no one sees

nor wipes them dry

and so my soul hardens to a point of becoming

unfeeling-to myself for it is a lost cause

and my steps make no noise

among the lonely hearts that know no end.

I've tried my best, done all I could and I am tired,

so exhausted from being the me that I am,

and not feeling a warm hug or word of encouragement,

in the cool autumn air.

The clock strikes the hour and I slowly but surely

make my way along the road to find hope upon the hopeless,

sighing, wondering and knowing no matter what I do,

it is just going through the motions.  

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