This Road

This is no walk in the park,
This road I am taking is dark,
And silent.

There are no flowers,
I have no magic powers,
And it shows.

The fear has gripped me,
There is nothing familiar here that I can see,
And the monsters know.

That I am alone,
The cold aches me to the bone,
And I am weak.

If I held your hands would I still be in trouble?
Would you put me in your bubble?
Would you walk with me?
Destroy all the bad we see?
Would we line our road with daises?