Confused Poem by Deva De Silva

Meager acres of land cradle a winding gravel road
Along which I hurry towards the unknown.
On a steep cement flight
Twirling towards heaven
I rest my forehead and taste the earth.
I long to pick dead leaves
Separate pebbles from sand
But my fingers are frozen
Damned!
I see red stiletto heels, platforms,
And white sneakers passing by
On their way to heaven
Squeaking and trotting, shrieking abuse at me
I wish to be invisible to their toes,
Non-existence to their souls
My fingers falter greedily
looking for more than what eyes meet
I don’t find any sapphires,
Not even a shiny piece of glass
To trap the bloody sunrays
Seeing only the sand
Stretched out for miles
I turn around and backtrack
In defeat.
I am falling weightless
Into an abyss merciless
I plunge through the air,
Without fighting back
My body flinching at the cold
At the fury of a roaring stream
My nose sting and eyes dim
Scarlet sunrays becomes a mere memory
I become one with stream
Ears balk out the rest of the world
Surging bubbles of a pop can
Rising up in vigor
Only to burst at the surface
Its force raises me up
My limbs twisting in all directions
Threatening to abandon my torso
Reason swimming away from me
A life short lived, to die in silence,
I resist, half-heartedly