The Spirit Walks

The spirit walks…

Across the Earth,
without a sense,
of where it’s going.

The spirit walks…

Such great lengths,
to endless tides,
without ever knowing.

The spirit walks…

Not knowing where it’s life has gone,
when it passed,
or why the sun has stopped showing.

The spirit walks…

Across the Earth,
across all time,
Why has its love stopped flowing?

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Published by Caleb James

Caleb is a freelance writer, aspiring novelist, and an avid reader. He is the creator of DPW and enjoys editing and helping other writers with their work. When he's not writing and sipping fine whiskey he can be found at the gym, hiking in the woods, or spending time with crazy Siberian husky Nitro. View all posts by Caleb James