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Abandoned Boarded

I'm taking a leap with my both feet

Without no shoe's to spare my soul's

And if I land on unkempt ground

I am bound to find I am barely able
to walk let alone manage baby steps
or stand erect

But this i knew before I and yet still
I did

Due to the fact way deep down obviously
i was terminally unfulfilled 

In what and who I had become

Until one day I eventually realized I hadn't
woken up and seen the sun blinding in
quite a long while

So dank and bleak I thought the sun
had just lost it's shine and because of my
current disposition

I had simply failed to pay attention let
alone care to notice

The streets where totally abandoned there
was no signs of life all buildings and home's
we're boarded up 

Apart from the shoe store stacked to
the rafters with all kinds of different 
Boot's 

In a multitude of sizes and range of
plush leather from the crocodile of
the Nile cobra snake to the buffalo
rodeo cow

Problem is though I landed on my feet
the street below me hadn't been swept 
in a long while 

And it was full of discarded shattered
shard's of broken bottle glass

Which are now firmly imbedded into
the soul's of my feet 

So walking now is out of the question and
if I try to crawl 

I will only end up with glass not only in 
my hands but also in my feet as well

So here I still having pondered this
conundrum for quite a while

No further along nor closer to where
I need to be although in my mind's eye
I can the light through see

And do I now regret and wish I had
not leapt well maybe yes

But come to think of it it's in actual
fact both pointless and irrelevant

Because cold hard reality is it isn't
going to help or about to change

What's done is done like it or not
the sun isn't and never will be dark

What it means in actuality effect is this

The fire and light in your eyes has gone
out

Whether or not you can relight it or get
it back is solely up to you 

And whether or not or how much fight
you have left possessed in you or you
want it to

Copyright © Christopher Flaherty




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