Moving Forward

Running with no direction
No sight, only blindness.
Clasping an invisible hand
Strength pulsing,
Radiating from
The fingertips of ash.
Eyes crying
Teardrops of tar.
Weight rolling off,
Carrying sorrow
Down the river.
Swirls and echoes
Thrashing,
Calling,
Pleading,
Drifting away.
All but faded.





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