Slow footsteps
stuck with all of the muddy water in this foggy swamp.
I can't see the end of this path, or what is left of it.
Each slosh of a step harder than the last
I know it'll get better, but when?
You're gone and I need answers.
The frustration easily gets to me, pulling my foot up with every step only to lose my shoe halfway through.
No one can prepare you for the struggles of dreading through the swamp but now you're here, and you have to sink or swim.
As I continue on my way, the swamp shallows, and I can finally rest my sore soles.
It's not forever, I'll stumble and fall but I'll never stop.
I won't be held down by your past or by my heedless behavior.
One step at a time, I'll find my way, but in the meantime I hope you're treading through this muddy water with me.
About the Creator
Rambler's Society
Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
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