Road Block

With eyes held on the stars,
head kept in the clouds,
feet placed on the ground,
and heavy heart weighing down,
there is violence
in the sound of silence.

Distorted vision has blurred my horizon.
Where do I go now?
What once was black and white
has bled to shades grey.
I'm now never certain
of whether to go,
or stay.

Hands reach out in darkness,
yearning for contact from the other side.
Feet planted firmly on pavement,
fearful of treding the yellow line.
The steps I take are curtail, for they are all that's mine.