Daily Walk

An old beaten up soul roaming the streets, The once shiny places seem incomplete. He’s hard hit by its own misleading ways, By the constant memories no one can erase. Its stumbles along and leaves no traces, The old visited and forgotten places. Holding on to lost feelings with once beautiful faces. Stumbling through potholes, ruins of the past. The passersby don’t see him, or he hopes they don’t. Step by step same old pain, turn by turn. Dragging the weight on his shoulders he can’t lose, He looks for the end he decided to choose. Each morning the same, each evening the pain. Just walking and searching in vain.