Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Bus shelter park bench
city streets
Clothing strewn across pavement
like a secret
or sins
in this weather
March not yet forgotten
the lion does not rest
neither do society’s sacrificial lambs
the unhoused or the addicted
An existence
harder than concrete
we walk on We walk by
seeing only what is left behind
more comments than questions
Blood on the sidewalk
like the clothing we do not know
whom it belongs to
Another secret
another question
No comments
Some sinners don’t get saved
Some sins are unaccounted for
04/19/2022 j.g.l.
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