Fading Scene Poem by Jeremy Horsford

What am I doing here?

Continuously staring through a window hoping for more, as backseat drivers deliver me to utopia.
Disputed ideals...following the aftermath of a congregation of lost.

I wander...who's in control here?
The same people who initially delivered me?
The same people in the background waiting to call time before the crowd weep?

Should I recognise the faceless faces calling out to would be passengers?
That never-ending message of conquest...a message I recognise from childhood.

My heart moves along the passage of empty voices.
The screams of historic challenges appear as ghosts I must face to progress the hollowing of my soul.

Am I to walk these passages for eternity, watching the many faces of my life through life's mirror?
Moments I can't change, whilst the pain resurfaces.

My life, an on screen torment of a repetitive strain on the finite.
Those finite instances, pressure longevity like a pool of ejaculation searching for a new home, not knowing an abrupt end is forthcoming.

I guess that's my fate.
Continuously believing...wanting...staring into the abyss...

There's got to be more!
Tears tumble asking for more.
Tears tumble trying to be brave.

I guess it's time to listen to the message.