The weight of waiting

Most know me

as just me,

not

armed with iron,

not a demanding voice

Or any

demanding allegiance

under threat.

No.

I no.

A quiet refusal

that loud

in the silence

They tried to pin it on him,

they impose.

And the shield bearers,

those sworn to uphold,

they look away,

their concern

They do not see the chaos

brewing in

the sudden bursts of sound

just to inflict a sting.

Police,

they use you,

As instruments of finality,

unseen contracts signed

in the dark corners of power.

don't they?

I'm

Out of bounds,

from reason,

and now this careless conduct

is tearing apart

a familiar landmark

the very ground

we stand on,

Fuck it

This

of our shared existence.

in a

shifting landscape

I have shouted

a thousand ways

And they all went with their

hand up.

an oath of

Dehuminization

my life

Hands down,

Wouldn't even question

These odd accusations

Fuckem

This silence the answer returns,

And

Stonewalled

In pursuit for me to have

a locked door,

and barred window.

They declare my worthlessness:

No place to earn,

no coin to hold,

no voice allowed

Stolen identity

to cross the connection.

I am simply erased,

a non-person

in a system designed

to keep the marginalized

forever mute,

Now

forever empty handed,

forever alone

Never to be

with the collective

And smuttinin of their own

unheard stories where Never been

And premeditated to be plotted

For their pockets,

help.

I remain, only to hurry for never

and that should be enough.

wherever

The purposeless

collection of breath

and memory to never

Mis a Reason of being here

This ment

too far less

So far gone right here

Ever now never objective left

Fuck was it wrong in this matter

the unavoidable geography of the moment.

Is a taste especially

The air

with the void of being leaving me

Never

Continue

Abidence

Now

I push away,

Not to preserve current,

This thing I void now

for no clear reason,

Seen

just a cloud passing overhead,

Might be too degenerated to unite

If with

Would.

This worth of being

Must find this knew,

that known To

And am the expense

Where's home i

where light should be

Cause things were happenin

suspicion,

the tightening net

They were just there

making people

least comfortable

They looked at him,

and the look held accusations,

the stern questions,

whispered doubts into.own certainties

the quiet spaces

where they urged, ,

, They fed him the lines,

caught in the crosswinds

the confinement,

of any own making,

a narrative just to make a point,

a story already written accusations

This silence Conclusion written

,answer returns,

The weight

of wrongness

This dilemma ,

that wasn’t,

ever yours

Waiting to answers

returns,of wrongness of

this specific mistake that was never yours.