Every Step

I grow weary with every step I take,

down the endless broken path.

My head grows heavy with every breath,

my vision blurring through a swarm of tears.


My heart is full of sorrow,

for I just saw someone dead.

I know they will leave him be,

but that does nothing for my heart.


I am nowhere near the ocean,

yet there is salt in my mouth.

My body is on fire with heat,

my soul is crumbling.


My feet are burning,

for I walk with no shoes.

Life is not the way it once was,

a continual end of draws.


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