sometimesihatemycat

I cannot tolerate this crunch beneath my feet
There is too much gravel on the ground
Where I am going
And yet
Still
I step

I cannot abide this slicing into my bare soles
There is too much blood pooling behind
Where I have been
And yet
Still
I go

I cannot stand this isolated resting stop
There is too much dust untouched
Where I wait
And yet
Still
I sit

I cannot dwell on the rescue I may be wishing for
There is too much time wasted
Where I wonder
And yet
Still
I want

I cannot stray from this place empty and spent
There is too much unknown
Where I might end
And yet
Still
I will

-a.r.

Painting: The Song of the Lark by Jules Breton

~ by April on February 14, 2015.

Posted in Abuse, Body, Death, God, Humanity, Identity, Meditation, Nature, Poetry
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