Road to Perdition

On winding path of dirt and stone

where phantom memories abound,

we face our enemies alone.

While passing through this vast unknown,

odd echoes from the past resound

upon this path of dirt and stone.

We wear these shells of flesh and bone

and though our allies rally 'round,

we face our enemies alone.

And for each sin that we atone

we take a step toward higher ground,

along this path of dirt and stone.

We struggle, but we can’t postpone

abysmal pools where dreams have drowned

while facing enemies alone…

and so we gather what is sown

and hold tight to the truths we’ve found;

on winding path of dirt and stone,

we face our enemies alone.

© Ginny Brannan 2013

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