My lips are dry and cracked with the indifference of
mankind.
Beneath my brows I feel moist precipitation, as the sweat
burns deep into my skin.
Tiny grains of
sand form underneath my eyelids as it absorbs each tear.
My hands tremble as they hold the hopes and fears of
humanity in one hand, meanwhile balancing faith and acceptance in the other.
We are extended endless time to right our wrongs, ultimately
redemption evades our presence such as ghostly spirits who know not of their
demise, they remain stuck, still and silenced for all time.
By LM Akins
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