Weekly Post Challenge: “Weight(less)”
For this non-challenge I chose a shot that, to me, carries weight.
I lie on this street corner hoping to dream of heaven.
It’s difficult to sleep as the sidewalk is so hard.
People see me and pass me by.
I know what they think.
Most keep it to themselves but some come straight out with it.
“So call a cop!” I say.
I am cuffed and hauled into their court of public opinion.
I stand accused of flagrant addictions.
I stand accused of being demented.
I stand accused of spending my life making mistakes and stupid choices.
I stand accused of being a misfit.
I stand accused of being screwed by the system
But that charge is quickly dropped as it doesn’t support the prima facie case.
They charge me where I lay
But they really don’t know which charges to enter on the docket.
I dare plea innocent of all charges
But they’re content to make them all stick.
They sentence me to stay right there on the street where they found me.
They sentence me to die, and
I don’t resist.
Instead of spare change, I need real change but I don’t know how to go about it.
I want salvation but I fear that even God and his angles will not have mercy on my soul.
Court is adjourned but the trial isn’t quite over.
I’ve felt myself slipping away for an awfully long time but
This time it’s different;
The sidewalk no longer feels too hard.
I think that I will finally get some rest
Dreaming of heaven.