Echoed footsteps pound on pavement
concrete sounds
rebound
from brick walls
life incomplete
as he walks
a sad look on age sculptured face
pained legs, a dead weight
But he can’t stop
time is catching up
Graffiti and brick all his eyes can see
blur through the rain
his aching feet, full of pain
trace an uphill race
as rivers of time rush free
flowing downhill towards his face
He cannot stop
or he will drop
Tired and weary
eyes bleary
from the soaking rain
legs strained, bleeding feet
blood stained cobblestoned streets
But he can’t slow the pace
or he will feel times cold embrace
Bells ring, high above him
cathedral tower
marks the hour
when he finally stalls
his feet cut to shreds
his body wrecked
he hits the deck
and the rains
continue to fall
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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