What Should Lead Poem by Kathryn Kubacki

What Should Lead



As I walk down this newfound road
Sharp thorns bristle
Sunflowers grow

He told me to go
Down the new road
He said I was ready
It's time to go.

No packing bags,
for this trip you need none
Now hurry up, we've got to run

Where are we going?
No reply.
But something's not right..
With that look in his eye.

Continue to trek
Eyes on the ground
I wait and listen, but hear no sound

Drag on in silence,
Now I must confess
For wherever we're going,
I'm poorly dressed.

He says not to worry,
I look just fine
Oh no don't look back,
Leave the dirt behind.

Here comes a bush, covers beyond
Oh look, we're here.
A new thought just dawned,
Something, Is Wrong.

What's behind the bush would surely amaze
A plethora of headstones, hundreds of graves
Oh look, over there,
That one says my name...

Sunday, September 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life and death
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