Those wandering blind
quietly lost
struggling within
a silent word.
Anguished by those
demond like rhymes…
—
To study those poetic
while their caught
creating a human crime,
throughout society an mankind…
In following those moments
as they trickle
within the rapids
of the slow moving time…
—
Tis an uphill climb
as in, wandering
quietly, honestly free..
Eyes wide open
wandering blindly
hidden
throughout the alleys..
This piece inspired
by
my morning thoughts,
and memories of grandmother
an i digging in the garbage,
after we finished delivering
eggs in the neighbourhood..
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