My footprint is heavy

With the weight of a life wasted

Overflowing with the stagnant debris of failures

The path before me is obscured

By the pitch of blindness

Riddled with the trickery of memory

A false and ancient confidence

That came before the darkness and the excess flesh

I stand stock still

No breath  No light  No whisper

My footprint is heavy

But it makes no sound

 

 

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