Man with no sole,
Rubber removed, distanced, spread
This trail doesn’t lead home

For ever, always running away from sound
Demons that may chase
Swinging for ankles rolling on concrete ground

Man with no soul,
An empty cavity sits with no fill
Trusted in open arms

Held in hand quietly there,
Gasping for air
I hope your lungs are full

Less breathing unfamiliar sounds
Recalling the night of two rounds
Quitting time when you walked away

I feel you in every step
Little rock in my shoe
I won’t conform to you