Empty Shoes

Empty shoes

dangle from

dead tree limbs.

Dreams rot

in the hard-packed

dirt.

Hope has lost its wings.

There is no life worth living.

Apathy eats at us

like worms

covering rigid corpses.

Sands in an hourglass

do not defy

gravity.

Soon

our hands

will only be good

for digging graves.

Who can save someone

who doesn’t want to be saved?

Carry on

your eyes say.

And so we do.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind