Travellers

And so he embarks on another journey

Surrounded

By strange faces and aimless eyes only finding purpose when avoiding his intrigued gaze

Crossroads

Dragging his shackled feet to the muddied crossroads.

He looks back at his deformed footsteps burdened with sin.

Each one as grave as the deed which forced his weight to overwhelm the fragile knees on which he balances his pride.

Uplifted

Scuffed prints are left in the suffocating mud you once lived in.

And there, laid your hands, clawed into the earth’s existence, like an eagle sweeping down on its prey leaving empty streaks where life once laid.