Icy droplets of fear beat softly on our heartless ground
Through the harsh night and the imposing day
we march
Across the thin dashed line, forwards
trusting our legs to carry such a heavy burden
Through the tainted streets and broken lights
we march
When the white flags kneel
and the sirens cough out their sins
lungs bring breath
and eyes learn sight
a breath for a gaze
down to the steps
and back to the blurred line
from which we came from.
a gaze for the feel
of icy droplets of fear
beating softly on the unfettered soul
Through what’s left of the line
Through the short space in between
we march
Yet
Who do we march for?
superficial words journal 