Walking.
I move through,
the alleys of yesterday,
searching for fragmented memories.
Untasted tears,
cascade,
drowning the sighs of a hundred and one muted cries,
filling a pool full of loss.
I walk amongst,
faceless loves,
I feel a familiar blade,
tearing across wrinkling flesh,
as,
a long stifled laugh,
settles on barren ground,
it claws deep into cold soil.
I walk between,
chilled memories of bygone days,
frozen by time fossilized,
under,
a foreboding downpour,
stiletto raindrops stab
my face rips apart.
I Walk away,
from broken shards,
of a limbo lived life,
dulled by drones,
of a thousand garbled voices,
I am blinded,
by reel after reel
weeping scenes
shot in black and gray,
edited,
sliced,
roasted,
a disjointed life,
on the pyre of the years,
feeding the flames,
with coarse untasted tears.
Walking.
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