old

obscure sights wrestle my soul
trees sway with disbelief
guns fire and take a toll
a long winter’s disturbance
windows dark reflecting the truth
under the stone I work
no real direction
blind ambition waits for change
pedal your thoughts to a beautiful whisper
wish upon a nightmare
sleeping wide open eyes
waiting for an approving stare
my back is bent and broken
the weight of life’s burden
another step falls
a hard life turns golden