I walk back
By Yair Hoenig

A voice pulled my heart down to Earth
He said 'It’s time for you to leave because I don’t have
Any remnants from what I was or what I should have been.'
Both my hands held each side of my heart and tore it in two,
Two moments in time,
Past and future.
What has led me to an unknown mystification has become an earth without earth,
As if everything that was there mortified life
At the other side of my heart stood resolute the future.
“History repeats itself “he said,
But the four billion population
Concealed themselves in a poisoned lockdown of fear from knowledge and acknowledgment.
Sons of gods they say…
The grip of self concern as if it was exhumed from a holy particle.
The future shrugged its shoulders and looked back.
What is this swirl of man doing?
They slave themselves for hideous sick.
Eminent declaration on one who holds more death.
Nausea hit the future
As if urine had gone up all the way into his throat.
'No one is happy at his share' he hissed
The foundation of love on a barren kiss.
Pendent on his fate, as wind to its direction,
Decided the future to turn himself up-side-down.
He let man go back as they are advancing in time,
While they slide down the valley of Earth and what is human.
A voice pulled my heart down to Earth
And said 'It’s time for you to go now,
Back on your feet, walk towards your past
And keep on going until you won’t speak but feel.'
And set the future back on its past.