I Watched My Feet
I watched my feet
as I paced down
the street.
The concrete beneath me-
sharp and cutting,
like a glass-trimmed city,
filled with
agony and sin.
With every step
I bled more and more,
but on this road
I bled alone.
Copyright © Thum Chiean Tien | Year Posted 2016
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