sweetest path
May 31, 2020this is how his voyage ended:
there was rage in his heart, clawing to be let out.
the fall from grace was a warning
to us all: dreamers, murderers, saints.
we are acquainted with the path that guides us
toward the inevitable
yet we wonder who opened it for us?
who was the first whose steps
touched its pristine snow?
he barely remembers those days or
how its trecherous whiteness melt in his mouth;
it tasted like sugar and honey,
as lies always do.