Is It You Or Me?

The sun has set on what was today, becoming yesterday as we step forward to tomorrow... again, the day known as today. We've come no closer and traveled no further in the attempts to become more human... as it were. With a heavy spirit, I set down this bag of stone... in a world, both time and place, neither shelter nor home. The walls tremble and secrete ire, as the foundation shifts in agony... queasy from the twitching limbs, feeble now in it's security. It grows dark... and darker still. The means are limited and fading... yet the cruelty persists without ending. We are here and they are there, with those few far and between... the silence screams, such bellowing anguish. Why have I forsaken me? I've grown weary from the retching and heaving of ash... footholds crumbled under expectations, though fair warning was advised. Again with the blind eyes... both mine in preparation and those glaring inside from the cold. Why couldn't we see... or was it that we just wouldn't? A call on deaf ears, is a call nonetheless...if we bleed more, then they may open.