Walking, walking and walking
Wet and sticky
The earth beneath my feet giving way
My life, drags behind me
Like a homeless persons shopping cart
Head down, not to view
The eyes that are watching me
Waiting to see me fall
Uneven and uneasy
Unsure, the earth beneath my feet
Sliding with every step
Backward, like a dancer stepping out of time
Dancing........into Oblivion
Getting dark outside, cold and wetter
The rain coming down, washes away my memory
I fade from view, soon to be forgotten
Wasted years, trying to find hope
I bend down, running my hands through the muck
Hoping to gleam some chance of redemption
Some chance at a life on fertile soil
To watch my dreams grow strong
And not to wilt away
I trudge on, with pain in tow
Supported only by to love of mine
I hope not to fail them
Or myself, while going towards the river banks
The river banks of torment
Which summon me on?
I find a place that's dry, if only for a while
Until the tide comes in
I look upon my feet, tired and swollen
To wipe the mud form my shoes
Mud of sorrow
That rolls back upon itself in my wake
I look at the distance of where I have been
I see no trace; the mud has resettled and covered my steps
No history of me, no signs that I have been
I look forward to where I must go, with hope glazing my vision
Looking for patches of sanity in which to rest my bones
What will become of me now?
Back into the mud I must go
Until
The next moment of peace
The next moment of delight
Wanting the Mud of my life to dry
And praying the is no quicksand
Beneath
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