Silent, desolate, dark and cold,
Its sordid secrets remain untold,
Ghostly, eerie, bleak and scary,
Rats scurrying by, all black and furry.

Alone, afraid, alarmed, alert,
There’s something crawling through the dirt,
I mustn’t panic, I must keep calm,
The creatures here can cause me harm.

What was that? I want to scream,
I wish this was a nasty dream,
I want my home, I want my bed,
Instead I’m worried, filled with dread.

A flash of light, a violent rumble,
As now the skies begin to grumble,
A spot of rain, then ***** of hail,
And now the wind begins to wail.

Disorientated, confused, filled with fear,
Why the hell did I crash near here?
A patch of ice? A spot of oil?
As further from the wreck I toil.

Wet, weary, wandering, lost,
I must find help at any cost,
A coin decided stay or leave,
My god, that wind, I cannot breathe.

The others left, depend on me,
I’ll save them all, just wait and see,
FOCUS MAN, maintain your thought,
The path ahead has dangers fraught.

I’ll rest a mo, this walks a bind,
I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind,
The rain falls hard, the mud grows deep,
I’m tired, I could use a sleep.

I think I’ll rest up by that tree,
I feel like someone’s here with me,
I’m sure I’ve walked this path before,
That’s quite absurd, but yet I’m sure.

I spot a mound and a cross of wood,
Respect for one that rests for good,
A weary traveller laid to rest?
I hope their soul is safely blessed.

The mound protects me from the storm,
It’s strangely cosy, safe and warm,
I spot some etchings in the grain,
MY GOD! This grave, it bears MY name!

A tortured spirit I clearly am,
I must have failed my fellow man,
To walk this path, eternally forced,
A haunted soul, a lonely ghost.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation