The Journey

A journey to who knows where.
All I know is I’m there.
A journey just begun.
Now my life is done.

Maybe heaven.
With no concession
Maybe hell.
But still I hear the bell.

To walk along this track.
And never look back.
A long road.
Dragging my heavy load.

A single tree.
That does not hear my plea.
Dripping death from its gnarly branches.
And takes no notices of my advances.

A vista of equals.
No more sequels.
All chances gone.
Nothing left to dwell on.

Aspects of a death foretold.
And like many others a life untold.
The sound of a waiting banshee.
Unseen, but felt by me.

A presence behind every rock.
Is that a headsman’s block.
Figures in the distance.
Shimmering with a vague existence.

To help you to your final place.
And leave this land without a trace.
For good or evil.
It’s all upheaval.