Millions Of Insignificant Feet

And slowly time begins to fade

Slipping through my fingers

Turning to grains of sand

To be stomped on by millions of

Insignificant feet

Aimlessly walking the streets

With no destination

And nowhere to turn back to.

 

Slowly I begin to rot

Layers of my happiness decaying into

Ashes

Like the layers on an old, dead tree

Cursed to be on earth

Way past its years

My face is young but my mind is

Old.

 

And weak.

My brittle bones are shattering

They will join the ashes of my flesh

To make one disintegrated me

Forgotten and lost

To be trodden on by more hated feet

Not knowing where to go.

 

Life is just a vicious cycle

Of ups and downs

Like the scars all over my body

They reflect all the steps I take in my days

Stretched out so thin

Like a piece of cloth

Trying to fit a frame much too big

We never size things just right.

 

We never know what we are doing

Where we are going

Or why we are going there

We are just millions of feet

Making the time pass

Making the scars multiply

We will all end up in ash

And be walked on again

Again

And again

To our deaths…

-found poetry from an old forgotten file.