Walking Dead

Somewhere looking for life
there’s a pair of shoes and
hands walking on all fours

frantically despaired
in whimp, he began as a Docent
brazenly knocking on doors

lead by bread crumbled
tears, lost on
a barefoot trail

It’s just some body
looking for a body
and the last time, he failed

kicking around his cans of sorrow
with short arms, still distant
from what used to be out of reach

abandoned hearts and
abandoned ways, a castaway
mute on speech

muted solitary confinement
with a blast-
phemous sin, he cried out loud

above the concrete
a Soul Rose again,
way above the clouds

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