Tracing walls

Fingertips brush the course cement wall

As I wander ever so slowly down the alley

Stepping over the pavement cracks

Where weeds grow with vigour

My mind in a distant space

Tracing events to when it all started

Was there a beginning?

Or were things always this way?

It’s hard to recall a time when things were different now

So long since joy infused my life

Nothing permeates this glass wall

Which muffles sound and diminishes senses external

Even light is dulled

Here, there is nothing.

 

via Daily Prompt: Trace

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