Savior

My feet can no longer take the pain
of walking on this stony path of life.
My roadside siesta is interrupted
by the sensation of cool water,
washing away the dried blood
from my calloused feet.
I dare not raise my head
to look you straight in the eyes.
I can’t bear you to see,
the humiliation,
that is embedded in this sullen face.

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