Heavy Accumulations

 Heavy accumulations

You imagine the past 

in the present you can’t 

guess what happened 

to those you know lost 

to the folds of time 

in vain you hope they had 

more glorious lives 

than a grind 

like the coffee they drank 

all the way to the bank 

in god they trust 

while their hearts 

can’t thank 

that cowardice 

that safety 

that tricked them 

from ever moving towards anything 

they ever really loved