May 1st on my Streets

I know a place, where every chest bears an untold 1001 nights, in tears, in blood.

I know that place far too well, 

I know exactly how and where those stories are hiding

I know the silenced voice to tell each of them

I know the heavy load on each chest

I know a place, where people sleep at night at the sound of their loudest nightmares

I have known it for long

Starting right after my birth.