Sunday Walks *edit*

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Hey this is way better, suspenseful even at parts, one question though....

First Edit after much appreciated advice.*** 

Sunday Walks

Thoughts aren’t worth the cracks in
the pavement I drag my feet across. 
My heels scraping the small rocks
that had rolled into my weathered path

Emotions find a mirror sitting at the 
top of a garbage can overflowing with bullshit.
My arm can’t help but launch a nearby 
stone, shattering the fabricated reflection.

Will bends like the feeble blades of grass I
run my shaking hands through in an empty park.
My palms sweat when I fail to recognize the
back of my hand and its dark blue veins.

Heart stops at the harsh edge of the
woods where nothing meets Everything. 
My knees buckle and I fall before the 
proud oaks I have nothing in common with.

Sorrow is the slow roll of a single 
bead of sap down a wounded tree.
My eyes can barely perceive the subtle motion
as gravity consumes both time and space.

Memory clouds the sky, as a thunderous                       Nice addition to the piece, but 
storm devours the once peaceful expanse.
My legs turn home before my mind can 
abandon the pleasures of a carefree day.                  i thought the day was full of sorrow and bullshit and emptiness?

Reality meets me at the door to my 
apartment like a cool draft in an empty restaurant. 
My face searches for the right reaction, only
to manufacture a smile that is in danger of extinction. 

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Sunday Walks
 
My Thoughts aren’t worth the cracks in
the pavement I drag my feet across.
My heels scraping against the small rocks
that have rolled into my static path
 
My Emotions find a mirror sitting at the
top of a garbage can overflowing with bullshit.
My arm can’t help but launch a nearby
stone, shattering the otherwise functioning reflection.
 
My Will bends like the feeble blades of grass I
run my shaking hands through in a park by myself.
My palms sweat as I fail to recognize the
back of my hand and its dark blue veins.
 
My Heart stops at the hard edge of the
woods where Nothing meets Everything.
My knees buckle and I fall before the
proud oaks I have nothing in common with.
 
My Sorrow is like the slow roll of a single
bead of sap down a wounded tree.
My eyes can barely perceive the subtle motion
as gravity consumes both time and space.
 
My Reality meets me at the door to my
apartment like a cool draft in an empty restaurant.
My face searches for the right reaction, only
to settle with on a smile in danger of extinction.