Walking To

On the way to somewhere dreaded.

Walking, with fever in my shoes.

On to a place, I never wanted to know.

Again.

Yet again. I swore I would stop.

I swore I could.

Yet I keep going forward.

The pavement pushes me

Lined as it is, by dead trees.

The cold is impertinent

Its false hope is dripping,

Like wet snow.

It builds behind my ears.

Pains, fears?

No- non of these, its something else.

Virgin feeling.

Terrorist in intention

It knows powerlessness

When it sniffs

The treacherous air

That carries my life away

As its sheds,

Like greying hair.

It nears. Oh for a god-

A god to push it back

Beyond the hill line

But no, neit, nein

This fate is mine.

Further on I go.

I dare not tremble

In the morning frost,

Ecstasy lies

In getting lost.