Footsteps (poem)

Footsteps on the street they call my life

Countless are the memories they sound

One more day the shadows and the smiles


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


Footsteps haunting

Footsteps taunting

Footsteps walking through my memories

Finding Joy in instances they caused

Feeding on impossible they made


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


Footsteps pounding

Footsteps grounding

Footsteps drowning hopes of normalcy

Far away from echo which they made

Streetlights bury secrets far away


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..


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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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