Leading Path
by Sarah Walters
A leading path that leads to nowhere -
Ironic, isn’t it?
Like when you travel on that
Lonesome dirt path that threads
Between unevenly spaced trees
And it comes to an end.
Hanging off a cliff -
That’s where I will be.
Suspended with answers that
Are unknown to the questioner.
Who? What? When?
None are cracked,
Unlike the rocks clinging
To ragged mountains
For their vain life.
Ironic, isn’t it?
Like when you travel on that
Lonesome dirt path that threads
Between unevenly spaced trees
And it comes to an end.
Hanging off a cliff -
That’s where I will be.
Suspended with answers that
Are unknown to the questioner.
Who? What? When?
None are cracked,
Unlike the rocks clinging
To ragged mountains
For their vain life.