The Journey

The cloak that surrounded me did little to prevent the chill from invading my bones as I walked alone this morning, surveying the City streets. I did not want company, for it was clarification I sought. I had no desire for conversation I quickly found out that I was not alone in such my quest for understanding.
Soon after I passed the once brilliant, Statue of Hesius
rising out of the fountain I noticed that despite my wants, I was not alone.
The stone image defaced, making him appear ashamed.
He should, as should we all.
The sight caused me to publicly weep, the expressionless mask I wear cracking as I stared out across the ruination of my once beloved City. A City I no longer recognize.
I could not bring myself to walk the once impressive streets lining once equally magnificent Temple, the pain is still to fresh. I don't need visual confirmation to be reminded of what transpired.
I am not without blame, in fact my shoulders feel heavy beneath the weight I assumed.
The fight has been argentous, I feel drained both emotionally and physically.The resulting destruction I understand now was truly only inflicted upon ourselves and yet changed nothing.

Against the backdrop of the smoke filled skies the displaced stood huddle around the public board their bleak expressions ones I pray I will forget yet at the same time hope that I never do as they read the recently posted news concerning the repealed taxes.The celebratory cries remained muted, the damage inflicted so raw that it defies explanation.
I consider the repeal nothing more of a facade, another attempt to pacify the masses, while accepting no real responsibly for the injustices that have transpired.
I wonder what real comfort it shall bring to those that have already lost everything.


There is no doubt that as I write this, the puppeteers are already madly scrambling behind the false walls of justice, political seats altered in their quest to name a scapegoat. The hope that I once had is now completely shadowed by cynicism.
I am left to contemplate which is better..to be ruled by the current corrupt or welcome an entirely new beast in the arena, one that has yet to sink its claws into the decaying corpse of the common people.
The one thing that remains constant is my own struggle to distance myself from the political arena.
I am afraid there is nothing that can fully wash away the bitter taste of betrayal upon my tongue, for the first time I am considering leaving Ar.Openly I question if there is any salvageable loyalty left inside of me.
I wonder if there is anything I can offer this City but my disappointment. I remain skeptical. It bears considerable contemplation.