alone as in lonely

it's dark but for a dim moon
whose face is shrouded in grey clouds

i stared down the length the night allowed me
my eyes darted on a midnight darkened road
slanting away headed east to infinity  
its aware of me,
it exudes it presence back at me,
cold and heartless
breathing an ominous indifference,
it makes me feel what it says,
walk on me at your own risk -

there's nobody on it,
nothing alive, but i feel a presence
the world it stretches on feels heavy 
an old place that only offers lonely on me
like i'm the only one alive

no bird, no hooting owl
no eyes, no wolves
no sounds, not a buzz

nothing emanates from the hiding bushes
the cold hangs onto the darkness like a devious child
both seem intent on my death by pain of loneliness

except for the road, the whole world lays empty, 
except for me, 
my wandering orbit crossed from forest floor
across icy space,
to standing on stretched ribbon of hardened tar

i'm trapped aboard,
held hostage,
no one to talk to here in whose words
in whose warmth of presence i might find comfort

i step into the mystic mystery of veiled black,
no place else to go
the only light is by the dim lit bit of the moon's face
i can't hear or feel my breathing heart,
only the chills of frigid air split the screaming silence.
i choose to walk through
the portal from forest floor to this road

i walked on it until i ran out of its surface and stared
deep into the blackness of nothing
 
i know something is there,
deep in the back end of nowhere
i know its nothing but rock and mud,
but something else tells me its there,
its aware,
staring me down
something intelligently evil
standing in the darkness,
in the heartless cold
waiting
it waits along the ranks of heartless trees 
beyond the over there,
into the past,
then behind my shoulder
beyond the past from where i came
its been around a long time

now the clouds scatter
as if on command
of that intelligence standing in the darkness

the full moon is staring down on me,
with its silver face of a man, 
formed eons old ago,
from ancient mares filled with oceans
before they died and dried
now add to my loneliness

though its grey stains are far,
so desolately far away
they still reach through the vast
to take what little comfort i have left