marching through

sometimes the bones crack
for the weight is too great
and the struggle becomes
oh so much to bear.
the faces out in the rain
are blurred
and their mouths speak
of sick.
and the urban dusk
is sightless
and the tears
drown the sky.
the shapes of decay that
bend
in the distance
resemble 
the crooked bones that 
push you along 
the streets
soaked in tears.
you count the steps 
and the tally is farther
than you expected,
and the distance
matches
the curve of
your spine.
hallow steps,
each one,
bound to the
unforgiving pavement
leading off into nowhere.
but the memories of
the places you've been
pushes you forward,
dragging feet
through the tears
they weep
in the drowning
rain
of moaning pain
until you're finished,
finished forever again.
the look of the sky
trembles
as the clouds of darkness
cover the stains
on the bones
cracking under the weight
of so many
days
torn through
by the puddles
of tears 
you tread. 
such is the shame that
knocks through the
marching
of those who are 
already dead.