I came across a tracherous road

Craving distance with the past, 

I began walking down the tracherous road

At the end lf it all

I lusted after something new

A last resort of something to commence

I began walking down a treacherous road

alongside a sizzling fence

Although I'd known it do be dead 

and silence replaced the soft hymn it sang

I dared not upon it place my hand

for good fortune was a stranger to me

The second mile I encountered a wolf 

He the essence of despair

I the deer in his spotlight eyes

I must be invisible to him so I am

Hence I carry on my ambulance

as I'm assured he had not upon me laid his sights

The third mile was the worst

for the hole upon the ground refused to open up 

to anyone other than its lucky host

How lucky to rabbit is! 

To be swallowed by a pit of his own darkness

The more the pain the more desolate we covet

For at our weakest hour

the mirror has the most judgmental eyes of all

The fourth mile witnessed a blaring sun

Which burnt within me will and serenity

Under the heat a buzzing came about

of the bees in their castle buzz and buzz

And the sound resonates in my boiling blood

In a rash the hive I hit

Which plummets to the hell I know

Upon the fifth mile I came to realize the power of choice

For the looter who loots and the robber who robs

I met on my miserable way

His golden bargain I could not refute

Memory for happiness was all he asked

and I was in no position to remember

Along the sixth mile ran a stream

The water's height taken and its width foregone

But upon it reflected the image of death

To cross or to drown there is no third choice

For once in the water my will shall die

and along with it the sound of my breadth

The last mile had a block

of a tress the silently slep upon the road

rocked to sleep by a thundering storm

This my last impediment was

abd yet I hesitated for fear of acceptance

that after crossing, my walk would end

anf I'd have nowhere left to go

I contemplated the seven miles

and epiphany hit like a lightning bolt

That although love aches more than loss

Replacement aches more than this seven mile walk

where every mile dawns longer than the previous 

And at the end of it a you decide to walk back

for retribution burns brighter than grief

only to realize you haven't taken a single step.