Skeletal branches
Skewer the morn
Above the merciless paths
That sway and curve
Through the cursed unknown

A foggy oblivion
Retreats before my stride
While coddling the past
And the teaming structures
I’ve left behind

The further I delve
The more home dissipates
Swallowed by the frenzy
Of grey melancholy

Beneath the starved shrubs
I rest my tired limbs
Coiled only by heartache
And the silent ills I retain

I refuse to unveil them
With every mile I tramp
Shoveling them with the dirt and grime
Of the modern and mundane
The pointless and hollow

Into these hidden pines
I’ll journey for the calm of refuge
Torn from the worries
That have plagued once solid ground