dawn of dusk.

a new day begins; whether he is weary, whether he is exhausted.

but that doesn’t depress; not as much as those he hold dear.

those who know what hurts; those who know what’s going on.

those who choose to self-indulge; those who choose to abandon.

it gets harder to let go; it gets tougher to stand up.

and where dusting off and moving on are not in the choices to begin with.

the burden gets heavier, the walk gets longer, gets further than where he started off.

and the destination; nowhere in plain sight.

does he choose to retaliate; should he decide to suffer in silence;

will they hear his voice, his call; will they mourn at his funeral;

the questions we ask when we seek to question and expect an answer,

these questions are harsh, cold, but real and unavoidable.

and more often than not, they never get answered.

we either fear the answers, or fear the answers.

an eye for the blind.