Walk with me

(For my friends who grieve.)

Walk with me

or I walk alone.

I cannot talk;

There are no words.

Nothing helps

or heals

this

broken open

gaping wide

jagged edges

bleeding

on the

inside.

I’m like a vapor.

Barely here

and still I

Walk

walk

walk.

Walk with me

as my covering

in the

black valley

of my soul.

I cannot walk

alone.

Can’t even crawl.

There is this

empty.

This bleak.

This loneliness

that sinks

in every face

I see

because I must

walk

walk

walk this

weary road

and even in a

crowd

I feel

I am alone

despite what I

know.

Never leaves.

Never forsakes.

Always gives

even as

He takes.

I know, I know.

And still

I walk

walk

walk.

And my feet,

they beat

the ground

and they swell

as they kick

with fury

against

the gates of

hell.

Walk with me,

my friends.

Silently

walk.

This road is long.