The Walk

February 14, 2012
Eyes see deep down a long road
A road never used, so the end’s unknown
To the sides are trees
Dead, grey, stripped of leaves
What used to be grass is now cracked land
Road laid with gravel empties a man
Clouds make dense the sky
Light turns dark, the storm’s nearby
Gravity rains strength, begins to pour
Pay attention to my feet as my strides get short
Fingers numb from gusts of cold
Lost my luck it’s time to fold
Blowing winds break me
Cracks of thunder I wish would wake me
Each step becomes more heavy
Each breath becomes less steady
As I stop to pray I’m ready
Silence sweeps the road
A road never used, so the end’s unknown
I learn it was used
I feel the ones who walked before me
Pulling my feet
I begin to sink





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