Walk About

Posted: January 2, 2012 in My Poetry
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Grief is
an uphill climb in sand
with no oasis in sight

Hot wind erases footprints
as if you came from nowhere.
No path to show the way.

This journey is taken alone.

Unable to find your bearings;
Maps become senseless
when blinded by harsh light.

Stumble through a world
where nothing ever changes and
everything looks the same.

Perhaps it is the same and
you’ve been walking in circles
like a dog chasing its tail.

There is no past –
not anymore.
Memories are unwelcome.
They make people nervous.

Death is so uncivilized
especially suicide.

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Comments
  1. bluebee says:

    It is exactly this way – the pain, tedium and exhaustion of it all – “trudging through shifting sand” says it perfectly

  2. i really like this but after “especially suicide” i felt like the poem was complete. very nice piece.

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