Perilous Pilgrimage

I feel so sad, what you did isn’t right.
It crawls into me like the cold, and settles for days ahead.
These emotions prickle with fear, unsure of the wavering.
Unsure of the horror to come.
We bunker down for the winter ahead, the early winter that never really left.
You climb out of it so quickly, please don’t leave me here covered with this.
Baptise me in your tears, as I swim in my own.
Down to the depths where the monsters sleep.
All this chatter, and all this delay just keeps me from you.
A traveller on the road, passing temples and pyramids alone.
Do I rest here, do I seep into the soil and sand? Mummifying our love for a thousand more years?
There is no doubt of your divinity, your cruel punishments are of a biblical nature.
You are the God I yearn for, who loved me in thy own image, but asks me to change.
I will make my way, I will climb and move the mountain. Yet I will leave breadcrumbs in my wake.
I’ll meet you there, on the hill with no name while we look to the stars.
You will see our love, burning across the cosmos, trailing the Holy Ghost.
You are my Mecca, you will also be my shroud.


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