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Pilgrim, poor pilgrim

cast your eyes forward.

Dwell on these thoughts

of reward and peace.

Standing alone

with the hoards all around.

Sister, don't stare now;

rudeness will lead you

to the one without care.

Where is the wailing

and gnashing of teeth,

the aroma of brimstone,

eternal pain scorching with no relief?

Moving forward, backward and still

A dead silence surrounds

following me in rhythm

Step for step

Kicking rocks at my feet

I thirst, I thirst

Are there no hearts

Dying to find a hydrating soul

Who can wash my regrets

And again make me whole

The night now lays frozen

deep in my heart

and the cold air breathes heavily into my soul

Will I ever feel warm again

Unable to speak

Words stuck in my throat

leave me choking

with no one to alert

Icy fingers reach for my hand

My own reflection

leaps from the cold mirror

with an artic chilled glare

Loneliness overwhelmes

stealing the breath before inspiration

Heart beats wildly

trying to excite insufflation

Acceptance of extinction

not for the frail

As the mortal frame

slowly fails