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.