Lonesome darkness sojourn
Pilgrim of the extreme
Who dwelt in the valley of the shadow
Beyond the cemetery hill
Wanderer
Navigator
Days are drained despondent
Ache to be released
No traction gained
Careen on the icy roadway
Envision two doorways
One of hope
Where is the path that leads me there
The other is the stairway downward
Shudder at the thoughts
Whispering from the towering emptiness
The heavy sound of boots against the ground
Thudding silent
Deafening
The heedless sigh of a winter wind rustling
When the weight is invisible no one sees your strength
In tragedy to rest the sun of days left for your eyes
Blistering winds and the bitterness of the air
Alas these shores are bleak and silent
Healing is not possible
Only in the past can I find you now
Channel my grief into jaws
Torch my lungs solely for this purpose
The only matter that would mean anything
I do not intend to disturb your slumber
As you called it
The great rest
Though I would bring you back if I could
I wish we would have kicked down your door
And pulled you from that instant
It is unthinkable