Where is Love?
My map tells me it's just a little this way,
But wait? There's no more?
No road, no left turn, no right path to be followed.
The tree line just sits there, almost calling me in.
So I go,
Walking head first into this unforeseen green.
For no reason other than a lack of path,
Put simply, I was testing my luck again.
It was treacherous, but mostly unforgiving,
With no proper path my legs began to wander.
Wanderlust in the now dark abyss. A hand even tried to guide me. But it failed, bouncing off my cold exterior.
I needed no help.
No, I found my path, drifting ceaselessly and endlessly.
Hands like hooks dragging me down at every step,
Yet none can hold on for long.
Bushes like beehives soon enclosed my path,
Stings like soundless lightning, taking stabs at my weakened heart.
But I wouldn’t stop yet, each sting succumbing to a vapid-
No, a cataclysm that was time.
A sting, a bite, a bullet,
Breaking my back against the colder feeling of the dirt and gravel walkways.
Walkways? A path?
A golden, pure path shimmering before me,
But it was forever out of reach.