Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 17, 2015

Daily missive for Friday the 17th of April.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Friday the 17th of April.

He can feel every stone.
Even the tiniest grain
Has a jagged edge.
The sole of the shoe
Long since gone,
Worn away by
Years of walking.
The old leather,
Split and rotten
From wading in water,
Drying out in the heat
Of a thankless sun.
First there were blisters,
But they too easily burst,
The skin inflamed
An angry fiery red.
The pain was shooting
Up through his body,
From the ball of his
Wasted foot,
To the top
Of his sun scorched head.
It would be less
Of a worry if he was dead,
And who would be left
To notice,
He had been gone so long.
Nothing remained
From those days,

Even the faces
In his memory were hard
To recall.
And he was no longer
The eager young boy
Who left to find his fortune,
Only to lose himself,
Along the way.
Surely the time had come
To call it a day.
The pain was so strong
He would need to rest
Before too long,
Sleep, just where he fell
And hope that when he awoke,
It would be from
The arms of a dream
He used to have,
When he saw his future self
With the child of his memory

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