Walking in your shoes

I have walked in your shoes
they are worn, old news
-papers plugging the holes
and the gaps in the soles.

life, paid for not in sweat and tears
but in blood
or in mud
as you kneel by the river
or by your liver
(but you’re only a social drinker)
or by eyes on tracks
as you dream of falling through cracks

but not of the impact
never the impact
on those who care
who could hardly bear
to look
as your hands shook

you relive. you swallow
you wallow
your sorrys hollow
as the actions don’t follow

I have felt that urge not to stay
I have learned the price you pay
so believe me when I say
I have walked in your shoes
but I have new shoes now.

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