The Road

He walked fearfully down the icy road.

Who to trust, who to trust, who to trust?

He long ago lost sight of a normal life.

Nowhere was safe, no man could run.

A twisted sun was watching him, laughing.

He screamed for release, he screamed for safe haven.

It pressed down on him, melting the ice around him.

The sun scorched, and he kept walking, hiding in the shade where he could find it.

Was he doomed? Was he abandoned?

For without this sun, he would surely freeze, yet if the sun burned any hotter, he would drown.

So he kept walking fearfully down the icy road.

Author's Note

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