Lost on the side of the 11-mile road
should I persist?
or should I watch my shadow become one with this night
grow its teeth into the dark?
and what Word
if any
will help me find myself in the morning
if this darkness never ends
and never ceases to amaze my soul?
Pilgrims pass me as if I were a stone
I am not
I am a road kill that says
“it will happen to you if you are not careful, son”
At the ninth mile now
It hasn’t always been that far
two more to go before I am done
with cruel lies I lived by
the pole broken under all hopes
a gentle breeze pushes dirt over the wounded ground
I saw this road
as leading somewhere
but it is desert
they say
the desert has no face
but it smiles back at me
with its canine teeth
wild side of the 11-mile road
I barely walk