Bald Eagle

Poem By Tinashe Mupedzapasi

Streaming down hot, black, tar-paved streets, looking for
life to meet my needs.

Stopping off and on, never getting what I am looking for -
down streets of life.

Seeing sights, beauty, along the way, finding an umbrella
once in a while for shade to rest beneath.

Losing all hope when looking up ahead at my horizon, because
it is too far out of reach.

Standing still within my mind, choices of life cannot be

Grief from the past, pounding, pressing heavily upon my
life's blood, causing pain to fill my tormented mind.

Causing it to turn inside out - searching for the reasons -
and meaning of it's scattered fragmented existence.

Finding reasons from the past that have brought this
lasting impression of what life is about - leaving no room
for asking questions - just leaving unsettling doubts
creeping out from pages of yesterday's memories.

Debris piled high, giving life the image of being a dump -
a garbage pile - rife with pain.

Standing on the edge - looking back - slipping - falling -
landing in a heap of death.

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Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun.
Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence.
Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets.
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