Barren feet tearing at the ground,
sprint for safety for a day when
an open wound heals with the touch
of lips, yet no place within my grasp,
open gravel tear this skin, blistering
tears beat the earth with thunderous
roar, trembling in the happiness
of those around me, for there
happiness is no more then a moment
to be swept away just as mine has,
the moment is gone, the times have
passed, no longer the sturdy man
now just the broken body, forever
walking down a lonely road.
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