Sunday, 17 June 2012

The Hard And Dirty Feet

One pair of feet
Carry this sad sack of shit,
Through this meandering mess of a life.
Holding only memories,
The rest slipping;
Falling through the gaps
Never to be seen again.
Searching, forever searching,
Never finding,
Not knowing what's even being searched for.
Moving like the wandering dead,
A deathly shadow with no place to rest;
No place that feels like home,
No love to kindle love:
The love that burns, yearning.
And so, these lonely feet
Continue to roam.

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