Sunday Poetry with Jenean C Gilstrap. Today: walk of the blind
walk of the blind
and the deserts rambled
their sad song
taking me back
to when i done wrong
and the rivers rose up
and the skies tumbled down
leavin’ me stuck
in this lonesome ole town
and the mountains
spewed forth fire and stone
strippin’ my soul
to its sun bleached bones
and now i walk
the walk of the dead
steppin’ on nails
wherever i tread
talkin’ the talk
of lost memories
blinded by the truth
of all that i see
Published on February 28, 2016 09:59