leathery feet
against sun burnt sand.
calloused from time
travelling this road
long and endless,
or so it seemed
since this journey began.
only now
the end was nearer than
the beginning, and his skin
was growing thin
around his lips and heart.

a "fragile" poem for Robert Lee Brewer's Wednesday poetry prompt.

1 comment:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I feel the drag here. Wonderful.