rhetoric

what does one do
when rock-bottom is the sky that you look up to
when eclipses block out your sun and the new moon is all there is
when the laughter evolves to snarls of pure evil
when the children play no more but are trained to kill
when the sound of silence is pierced by the sound of sirens?

where does one go
when your family wouldn't take you in
when vacancy signs dot your path
when the road you've known all your life ends
when your feet won't budge an inch
when hope is no more?

why does one live
when life gives you no reason to
when karma becomes a little too harsh on you
when lungs feel poisoned by the very oxygen that sustained you
when you hit walls upon walls meant to shut you out
when you have a broken heart?