Barefooted Souls
We walked
through parking lots
barefooted,
like sinners on
blasphemous knees
genuflecting on rice,
we had our own
holy lands then,
picking up broken
beer bottle relics with
our barefooted souls.
#322
My own personal poetry project that I wish to share with the world. The objective is to create one piece a day. I decided to number each instead of date them. The concept is to promote art as therapy, force myself to create everyday regardless of how I feel.
We walked
through parking lots
barefooted,
like sinners on
blasphemous knees
genuflecting on rice,
we had our own
holy lands then,
picking up broken
beer bottle relics with
our barefooted souls.
#322
