Poem 4: Dead shoes
Ripped, battered and beaten to the core
In shreds, withering from wore
But a connection lies to things that are at their end
To keep that secure feeling on which we depend
Can’t say goodbye
Don’t want to leave them and hang them out to dry
But the time has come
What’s over is over, they are done
A hard feeling to grasp
Leaving something with so much connection to your past
But in order to grow
Back to the Nike store we have to go
