Walking Empty
Walking Empty
Walking over emptiness as my breath comes crashing in
Choking on the hazards of living life with sin
Spine tingling it scratches me deep into my bones
Exhaling all the catastrophies of being all alone
Periodic practicing of being a good guy as a trait
Hairs of grey reminding me it's probably a little late
Years gone past diminishing all my resolve to even try
Sitting down trapped in me waving my final goodbyes...
bmdavey@04/14/17
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2017
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