Across I Go

Across I go, Across broken plains Across many aches, across hidden pains Through mountains of misery Through contorted faces of false bravery Rushing towards Faraway Lands Rushing forwards, with outstretched hands As a blind man, seeking an illusory light As a scared man, trying to escape the fright Across I go, across frigid wastes Across desolation, across Hell’s gates Through valleys of smouldering snow Through dead woods, which were once known to grow Rushing towards Roaring Falls Rushing over weeping walls, through wailing halls As a dumb man, crying out in a drunken swoon As a deaf man, harkening to an impending doom Across I go, Across a bridge over a moaning chasm Across a broken heart, across an involuntary spasm Through shadowy, turbid, torpid fen Through all this I go, my internal devastation, I ken