I walk alone
I walk alone.
The thin dirt path puffs dust with every step i take.
Dead plants and flowers cripple near the side of the road,
evidence of unlived potential.
The sun
so big and so hot
each step feels like one million.
sweat beading on my neck and forehead.
But i have to keep walking.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
The horizon is an endless orange/brown.
Nothing to look at,
Nothing to do.
Small shacks pop up every mile or so.
All the windows broken, wood warped, doors off their hinges.
But i can't stop.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
Huge rusted stop signs appear.
I want so badly to take their advice.
To sit down.
Acknowledge my failure, move on
just stop.
Stop.
STOP.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
In the distance i can make out people,
families,
laughing,
playing,
i want to join.
But i can't,
get off this thin dirt path that puffs dust with every step i take.
With the big hot sun beating down on my face.
Burning away hope.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
i like yours. with every word it explained what you were seeing. i could actually picture it in my head. it was really good! great great writer
ReplyDeleteI don't get invited to my family nights either :(.....
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery :) I also really like how you kept going, you couldn't stop. I can totally relate to that, it's almost like even when things go wrong, we can't stop, we can't pause time or redo mistakes. We keep moving forward to something better, even if it seems like we'll never reach it :) I don't know if that's what you meant exactly, but that's what I got out of it and it was a really cool thought. Thank you for that
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot! I really like the part where it talks about wanting to quit- just like everyone told you to. So good.
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