And slowly time begins to fade
Slipping through my fingers
Turning to grains of sand
To be stomped on by millions of
Aimlessly walking the streets
With no destination
And nowhere to turn back to.
Slowly I begin to rot
Layers of my happiness decaying into
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
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
To our deaths…
-found poetry from an old forgotten file.
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