Heavy Feet


Heavy feet Slowly walk
Are you there to see their feeble knock
They’ve lost their tappings
They are cold
They are stepping towards a lost hold
They have weight of pain and remorse in piles
The pain of hunger and remorse of smiles
The pain of abandonment
and remorse of impoverishment
The pain of nothingness
and remorse of accomplishments
The pain of falling apart
and remorse of broken heart
The pain of old age
and remorse of brutal art
The pain of ironic fate
and remorse of stabbing hate
Altogether mixed and made a heavy weight!
Now they await you to lessen their heaviness
So may their lives could escape some weariness

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