Spider me nowhere
On an endless trek to rapture.
Grow me long, grow me bare.
Twisted, bold, start a new chapter.
Demo my love, my strength,
My heart, my mind, my peace.
Stare at the map, see my length.
My pace is flying, no cease.
I'm amid the crossfire of hate
Of doubt, of stunt, of pain.
I stretch far, patience can wait.
Know the desert sears hesitation and shame.
A sea of blood awaits in the North,
Between lost shadows and dying pyres.
Heed me, simply I still venture forth.
Color me a spit of misery and barbed wire.
A stump lies ahead in the vast,
Scared and disgraced.
Desperate, weathered from sandblast.
No tribute dare stand in her place.
Why? How? I'm measly on my own.
Lavender in spirit, but coursed with qualm.
Her trauma begs, but what is my condone?
A headache rings, shall my truths be palmed?
Perhaps a warning, one of late.
A disguised presentiment of a false end.
Is what verges beyond a dismal fate?
Or is right here, right now my purpose is to tend?
I wish to move forward
And live the future nearby.
But what decision should I lean toward,
When staying means I could die?
I may be minuscule, I may be ravaged,
A soul cries for help, yearns for rebirth!
I choose to be not cruel, not savage.
I sacrifice myself for this piece of earth.
"Crawling in the supernal,
Somewhere within the darkness of God's eyes.
An angel will find us and we will all fall,
Merciless and disappointed with our lives of lies."
Startled, betrayed, the stump takes me away
Plants me in her soil, her spirit dissipates,
And I am left astray.
The North is something I no longer anticipate.
In a scorched and slaughtered orchard,
I will grow anew,
In sound, in able, in power.
I stand stranded, could my kindness strew?
Centuries pass, I age,
My branches unadorned.
I sense the desert remains in rage,
And I realized the angel came earlier than warned.