 Soul Walk
A roving couple lost in each others endless trails.
An abandoned pooch whines at the side of a road.
The quiet boy watches with loud thoughts.
All along their walk of souls
to find and nurse that babe within
and crawl into comfort, into mother again
The hooker lusted in her scarlet red attire
and the girl within wept
The bottle, the man... swimming with rage
and the drunken boy behind his dying blue eyes
all kept inside
No where to run, and no where to hide
in their walk of souls,
in their search for pride.
-J. M. Simpson
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