Treading paths untrod
Meager steps trace shaded contours
Turning a blind corner aimless
I find a weeping stranger
Isolated forgotten irrelevant
Fear not dear stranger I see you
Next a challenger blocking the way
Preened and desperate for praise
Fear not dear stranger I see you
Agony and furry shriek in the shadows
Alerting me of an unseen torment
Fear not dear stranger I see you
-T. Weeks
(A response to “O Living Always, Always Dying”)