tour – Mxcellany – Poetry, Music, Art

I walk these cobbled closes
And pathways paved with memories
That wear down with every step,

Pacing day after day,
Trying to remember and forget
The stories that haunt these streets.

I curse the ground beneath my feet
I curse the will that keeps me walking
Through constant pain.

I struggle to hear myself talking
And curse the rain and its echoes
That sound like mocking applause.

I think back to everyone I’ve lost
And finally accept
I’m not cut out to be a tour guide.

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