dead and scared

The road I walk on isn't paved or gravel,
it isn't stone, asphalt, or brick,
it is something forgotten
something whispered among the creatures,
I walk alone in this
I walk in the fog and thickets,
The sun does not shine here
The moon does not glow here,
I walk the road of Robert Frost
I walk the road with the Jabberwock,
I scream just to see my own breath
I cry because I am alone and I am afraid,
I do this because I know it's right
I do this because a voice tells me to,
Where I go I do not know
but my life is worth the travel


I want so badly to believe
that Home is waiting for me.

Here I Am

I want to leave
I want to go far away
without a connection to anyone from here or there
I want to be a mystery
I want to be unknown
in a terra incognita

I wish I could leave them all
not because I don't love them
but because I know He is calling me
I run from it because I'm afraid
I don't want to hurt anyone
I don't want to hurt her
yet He calls and calls
do I stay or do I follow?
can I live knowing I didn't do as He asks?

I'm a liar, I'm a lie
I'm dead, I'm death

I don't know how I got here, but I'm glad I came.
"Come, follow me....At once they left and followed him."