tirelessly squinting at the sun
feeling numb but fighting the fears
dragging bags through mud and sludge
shoes ruined and ripped
the moisture starts seeping in
sinking in the floors as the roads entwine in forests and bushes and scratched skin
blood droplets on my clothes and my hands are worn
dry skin and strained skin and a face that should look so much younger
my hair is not pretty nor is it kept clean
boxes piled higher than my height and they keep falling
gravity arrives at the worst times
the rain decides to race to the floor
i am getting lost in the washed up sights
a car races past
covers me in its mess
drenched and tired and beat
trudging through the nights
doesn't mutter a sound though
just carries on
hills and slopes and scary surroundings
dawn is approaching
life is in bags and is starting to smudge in its ink
pictures are blurry
memories are scattered
not long now
not long now
keep going
nearly there
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