Gravity

Bracken, broken branches screaming fighting
amidst, among the leaves and tangled foliage
which block my path at every turn.
The disappearing light, descending darkness trying
as hard as I can to get nowhere
Stumbling, crying, determined to escape the natural debris
which co-exist in harmonious scatterings
in every single direction

A road stretches in front of my feet
into the distance, disappearing over the hill
on either side, fields of yellow and green
wavering beneath the heat of summers sun

Walk. Keep walking. Keep walking. Don't stop until
you fall down. From, exhaustion, despair
hunger. Walking will stop you thinking, remembering
feeling the hunger, the memories and the pain.

At the end of the day, at night
still walking along the living streets
of some other town. You will find somewhere
anywhere to lie down and give in to
the exhaustion you have been fighting
since the start of day

And then another, and another

Direction is the gravity which pulls you
along and through the day
Hope is the balance, keeping you vertical when
your whole body is crying out to be horizontal
To lay down and die by the side of this road
To lay down and go to sleep
In a field, under a tree, where no-one can see
and not even myself will remember who is there