Cracks

Silence. Screaming. Silence.
Talking. Weeping. Talking.
Whispers flooding my ears like
Massive, heavy droplets of
Acid filled rain. The concrete is the
Ultimate surface to
Properly listen to the cracking of
Frail bones.
Sniffing. Licking. Sniffing.
Tapping. Sighing. Tapping.
The ovals of the
Loser’s gaze penetrates the
Points of my stone cold heart. The are
Wrinkles on our pathways. We chose to see
Happiness that once was and the
Sadness that is taking over. It was sticky when the whistles sounded off.
Clapping. Marching. Clapping.
Thinking. Skipping. Thinking.
The youth we once craved for now
Permeates our gummy insides.
Wondering is no longer the answer. Though
It has had a tendency to be
Delicious. Aging is the only
Answer.
Silence. Screaming. Silence.
Talking. Weeping. Talking.