Walking in the space betwixt
The blinding light, the angry mist
Just rambling down the brambled way.
A tree comes down across my path
Must brave the roses' thorny wrath
To continue on my way.
For life's too bright and death too cold
To walk established roads of old
So I have split the diff'rence.
Gouges, bite marks, a bloody sheen
As I crawl the wilds between
The aged divergent prints.
I thought the middle would be bliss
No trumpet blasts, no angry hiss
Just a quiet, tranquil place.
But there's nothing there, save musty air
And a barbed-wire heart in disrepair
In the waste and empty space.
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