I walk 
barefoot
and clear
minded
across
shattered 
hope
letting the
jagged edges
force my foot
to arch upward
until the pieces
pierce through my
soft callused skin

the blood
flowing in
intervals
as my
white blood
cells try
to find a 
scab thatll fit

a trail of red marks where ive
been
as I walk unevenly 
down the street
ignoring the exposure
ive opened
myself up to

the hopelessness sticks
deep
into my pale
complexion
but I cant 
recall pain 
into my nerves 
I am dead 
to it

barefooted
with no remorse

the only thing I regret
is looking back
at my stained tracks

they still seem 
to 
haunt
me.