Widows Dream
Last night I dreamed a widows dream
Wandering though lonely waste
The darkness beckons me to haste
Chasing me with hollow scream.
Love abandoned the realms I know
Hurdled away on bare, bloody feet
We didn’t agree on were to meet
I’m lost, doubting god, friend and foe.
If direction doesn’t matter
If all movement is on hold
Should I pick the former or the latter
Should I think for myself or do as I’m told?
