Lost Sole

In that briefest of moments,

I saw her soul begin to drag -

Like when the back of your shoe

Creeps off your heel

And the only thing braving the slack

Is the grip of your toes.

You try to slip your foot back in

Before they notice,

But the tension in the laces refuses welcome.

So you walk on nonchalantly-

Clutching fate with your toes-

With a smile that begs

To keep their eyes off the floor. 

Reviews

[Mark Anthony Games (Hum..]

I a guessing you must have been published, talent like this can not go unnoticed. I know nothing about language, writing or art for that matter. Yet I do know about emotion and ability, you have both in every work I have read so far. Could I please borrow your pen sometime just so I may get some of your ink stains!

[thenakedverse]

i have only been published in my community college's semesterly journal!

[Clayton Bardwell]

This is deep. I would get it if I wasn't so shallow.