Peoms For Those Who Hate This Planet

Walking towards you

My shoes are tattered to pieces,
and it's been hard to sleep lately
because of how much my feet burn.

You're far away from me
and I miss you so much
that I can't stop walking.

Even though I am tired,
I march like a soldier
through all sorts of weather.

Through the snow.
Through the rain.
Through the sun.

My feet are blistering,
and are ugly with pus-filled boils,
infected scabs,
and festering cuts.

I'm trying so hard to get to you.

I hope when me meet,
you won't look at my feet
and instead focus on my eyes.