A Walk Poem by Marie Vel

It's just a walk
that kind of walk
that people talk
about to folks

to let them know
they like to go
along the road
with just the hope

to see a fracture
in their soul
and then to drown
in monologues

enjoy the simple
things in life
i hate those fools
because they lie

i got this book
to capture thoughts
on this plain walk
and i have loads

i didn't choose
and i refuse
to ever talk
'bout it to folks

because i wander
and they made me
have this time
with just myself

when all i try
is to blend out
my inner voices
'cause they yell

that's why the pencil
always breaks
and there are teardrops
on this page

no plan to show
to anyone
thats why i hide it
in this cave