To the end of the world


I got my thumbs in the air

no car care to stop, snowflakes is making my jacket wet,

not even white, - I'm freezing and I need food

my feet are hurting, it's been a long walk

too long to stop,

I made a deal, with whom I can't remember

to walk to the end of the world, for all eternity





Words by Chrystaliris
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Written on 2007-11-14 at 15:55

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Kathy Lockhart
this imagery was very infectious in this short but emotive poem. I felt the chill, the despair, the determination.
2007-11-14