Footsteps (poem)

Footsteps on the street they call my life

Countless are the memories they sound

One more day the shadows and the smiles

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Footsteps pounding purpose to their dreams

For here they found new meaning to their course

An extra bit of season to their time

A hint a scent a something to call mine

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Footsteps haunting

Footsteps taunting

Footsteps walking through my memories

Finding Joy in instances they caused

Feeding on impossible they made

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Footsteps every day a hundred more

As names repeat their need to be increase

Footsteps at my window

Footsteps at my door

In my sleep are footsteps

In their death my tears

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Footsteps pounding

Footsteps grounding

Footsteps drowning hopes of normalcy

Far away from echo which they made

Streetlights bury secrets far away

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Footsteps’ moments ever carry on

I hear them in the sunset’s seasoned rain

Listening to footsteps made by her

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ImKarn23 2 years ago

she haunts you...

i wish all those footprints brought her back to you..

hugsxx


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dilipchandra12 2 years ago from India

Like always, a great writing...


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billybuc 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

I hear them Martin!


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kidscrafts 2 years ago from Ottawa, Canada

haunting and beautiful!


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vkwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

Intriguing poetry.


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BlossomSB 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

The sound of footsteps can be so evocative. Interesting poem.

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