a cold wind

My heart bleeds,
as I yearn for a place that was never mine,
and that will never remember me,
except as a patch of brown on a white sky.

My heart bleeds,
as my people’s faces turn white,
as they forget what we stand for,
and why we need to fight.

My heart cries,
for the comfort of rituals
for clothes I have never worn
for places I have never been.

My heart bleeds,
as I write this sentence,
my voice extinguished,
in the embers of the rat race.

My heart bleeds,
as I write in a Google Document.
my words owned by white servers,
like the Death Star on a cold night.

I thought it was a battle,
when really it was a cold wind
You can walk against it and shiver
or wrap it in a warm blanket.

My heart bleeds,
as my life recedes.
Victories only imagined,
Failures daily experienced.

The march of history,
of time rendered invincible
Things fall apart,
whether we want them to or not.