these boots

at the side of my bed

talk of a journey

dust and tall grass,

feeling within

bare swollen flesh

feeling grief for the pain

as to get where i am

the walk was long

to raise money

find work,

work that had no outcome

but minimum pay,

no chance to drink

cheap liquor,

or bask in long drawn sun,

purpose and emotion

gathered as my supports,

now resting

bills and change on

bedside cabinet,

boots feel pleased

for what they had

done

3wordwednesday

 

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Comments
  1. i type freehand says:

    Thanks Clawfish 🙂 great short film too

  2. The Real Cie says:

    Reblogged this on The Cheese Whines and commented:
    Just a cool poem.

  3. The Real Cie says:

    That’s today’s economy for sure. I wonder when it will let up.

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