A horrible walk

a poem by Michelle Klemm, Germany - poetry writer, author, poet

It's Sunday afternoon,
I'm longing for rest,
so I'm walking alone,
wearing these shoes to test.

The weather is nice,
the sun shines bright
and in this shoes
my feet feel light.

My shoes are new,
I love their style,
so everything's fine,
at least for a while.

But after some meters
something feels strange,
but I ignore it,
extending the range.

Some minutes later
I am really sure,
my pinky toe's hurting,
can no longer ignore.

People are passing,
I'm slowly moving on,
the smile in my face
is finally gone.

My small toe is bleeding,
don't know what to do,
home is still far,
have no other shoe.

Now walking barefoot,
what a horrible day,
would like to throw
my new shoes away.

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