So cold. I can't go on. I can't.
I tread well worn snow,
Retracing my steps, hoping to go back
To the time green grass littered the ground.
I can't go on. Not forwards.
Unknown. Unknown. I can't go on.
Not without my Mother.
Not in the shadow of my Father.
I must go on. A spectre
On a black horse tracks me, waiting.
Wants me to fall, scavenge me.
Take my body, pour dirt on it.
Give me strength. False or true
To take the steps that I must.
Like Moses in the desert,
I can't go on. I can't go on.
I'll go on
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
So cold. I can't go on. I can't.
I tread well worn snow,
Retracing my steps, hoping to go back
To the time green grass littered the ground.
I can't go on. Not forwards.
Unknown. Unknown. I can't go on.
Not without my Mother.
Not in the shadow of my Father.
I must go on. A spectre
On a black horse tracks me, waiting.
Wants me to fall, scavenge me.
Take my body, pour dirt on it.
Give me strength. False or true
To take the steps that I must.
Like Moses in the desert,
I can't go on. I can't go on.
I'll go on