Alone to our distractions

Alone to our distractions

Alone to the sounds of distraction
The hums of voiceless voices
Awake the sleeping child of our souls
Under the stillness  of ourselves
That speak before it speaks
 
We walked the empty streets
We woke to the waking times
To see that which wasn’t  seen
 
Behind us the years
Between us the tears
Ahead that we all must  tread
 
The mechanized thoughtless
drone of time
The cogs in wheel  
of rusted screech between the lines
 
To  think our feet secure in nothing more
Conform to shapes defined
Behind the branded lines
 
To think again  ourselves
To validate experiences of those not validated
Yet make the world go round
Through anger pain and despair
In dreams of inner light that shines
Of those not counted but count so much
to strengthen backs bent with pain
To open wide the living eyes
To all that is here to see