I Walked a Mile

I walked a mile to the river’s edge,

i walked a mile alone,

and when I arrived collectively,

my heart had turned to stone.

I left my head, a while back,

perched upon a loon,

and when i found it had returned,

it returned in complete ruin.

My soul, it lingered, lonesome,

caught beneath a brook,

and when it crept back into place

t’was violent, t’was crook.

My eyes were caught onto a branch

and had not made it back,

they were no longer part of me,

no tears, the earth was black.

My limbs completely disengaged,

they fell, bare, to the ground…

T. DM