Slowly I walk
Heavy of foot
Mind befuddled
Black as soot.
Thoughts so dark
Nodding the head
So so tired
I need my bed.
Mile upon mile
On cobbled stone
Cold and wet
All alone.
In bed sit land
No welcome mat
I go to sleep
And that’s just that.
I pray not to see
Another day
Stuck inside a
Stephen king play.
Is anyone out there
Got a nice place
To stay
these boots
Won’t last me
another day.