The Unbearable Weight of Being

What man under the burden of thousands of silent mornings,

Does not ask without carrying hope and utterance of a single word

"For which reason must I go on?"

The waking of sunrise

Breathed not life but a continuance of judgment

Each second feeling nothing more than a tribunal

One says that life is holy

But I do not feel sanctity in this repitition

As if though an experiment left to rot

When all you've done is survive

When your soul cries out for fire or even indignity,

What meaning shall it hold

I wish not a hero's death nor a coward's flight,

But as a man weary of justifying his breath

To the silence that deigned to answer

To live freely but sincerely is where my prayer lies,

To be free of bated breaths and to be honest about what this is