The Dirt On Your Shoe Poem by Brandon Nothing

The Dirt On Your Shoe



What a wonderful day to reconcile
The maddening handicaps leaving me hanging all awhile
Here again, I have returned once more to a state of nostalgic
The barriers before, only render me a trick
I am assertive, but without hope; why do I care?
Upon the cheeks the rain can saturate
Left out in the cold, without a reason to captivate
Yet against all the signs and people tell me, I still weep for you
Written in blood or carved in skin, the treacherous escape of dogmatic
How can you even be sure of how you feel? When everything is automatic
Heretic I bid thee farewell, off into the streets to wander alone
Leave my works to the wildly optimistic to scorn
My place, my mark… it is left on the dirt of your shoes
As for the end it’s nearly here, time for us to celebrate and cheer
Why delay one more day? We shouldn’t stop to care anyway
Built to fall apart, let me be someone else once more
What is left when you keep closing door, after door?
Too tired to fight the ever fallacy of excuse
Look into the telescope, is what we are really a joke?

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