judgment calls

stumbling in the dark
fumbling for the banister
legs aching and shaky
each step of the way

worn shoes
ripped sleeves
shorn hair
and dirty faced
walking aimlessly through this life.

groping
and grappling
indulging
and purging
perching
or slouching
and with all we have

broke, burnt and ill
calling to you

incessant nothingness
from the likes of so called allies.

the world reciprocates
the breeze and the streams and the rolling of the clouds
"to be alone;
must be faced"

the overheated and freezing
the empty and the full;
they know

to starve
and suffer,
bleed and
ogle into death's blind, knowing eye

with only a candle flickering with wonder
to keep me company