“I’ll Walk” by Scott Sparks

How can a hard heart be softened?
When will one catch the wind and how often?
I was once more stupid than any man
What with my repeated attempts to gather the wind in my hand
Her destruction stirs the fires unquenchably upword
How I withstood and am still standing is a good question
As I’d tried the door to a heart without a key
Allowed far enough inside for bitter flames to reach me
Worn out welcomes are realized seldomly soon enough
Now I sit behind my own locked door, trying to open up
While I can’t claim there won’t be another door in which I’ll knock
If I’m without key then it wasn’t meant to be
And I’ll walk


—Scott Sparks

About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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