walking away

As I peer into your eyes
Full of dismal, dark, suprise

I wonder what road you’ve walked
To what odd men you’ve surely talked

I contemplate just how you came to be
A person so much worse than me

Set in stone by some chance combination?
Determined by adolescent recreation?

Whom to blame for what you are?
By what fate you’ve come so far?

To cross my path and make me see
Just how miserable a life can be

I stare into your abyss of a soul
Grab my walking stick and off I go

Each step widens the gap between
What I can see and what I have seen

Some place down the road I may recall
You weren’t really so bad after all

2 Responses

  1. Jessica Villamor says:

    I loved this. I love your site, cousin! The design is amazing. You are talented for sure. 🙂

  2. Hey, Jess! Well, thank you for the compliments – and just for stopping by. I have a whole bunch of content to update on here someday… if I can ever find the time. Hope all is well with you.

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