He stumbles his way back home, step by step, always with his cane. He remembers the times when no one could put out his flame. But the cold winds and the rain have made it almost an impossibility. It's too cold or damp for any sense of sunshine or fires here. No moonshine in this jug, just some stale water and hint of old man Walton's favorite blend. He stumbles his way, back to the time when he was the man, the quarterback, the star of everything he touched. So many years ago, is there anyone still here who can testify? It's just words, just memories, just scenes from another old movie. He stumbles, fumbles for his keys... Home. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram

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