Along the Tops of Dry Bracken

Along the of Dry Bracken

Tops

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Over yellow sand, Dry gravel crunches, Blue skies are rare, But grey cloud is everywhere.

The land spans out, But swallows me up, Ridges and troughs, I am away from everyone.

Just the sounds. I am alone.

Dry gravel crunches, As I pass along the tops of dry bracken.

Everything below.

An even plane, I miss water, I miss shops, The dryness can be seen, Everywhere it stings.

But I am away, From it all, As I pass along the tops of dry bracken, This space is mine.

As darkness sets in, Night creeps.

My breath becomes visible, heart beat raised.

Through this I continue, Until I can no longer go one, As I pass along the tops of dry bracken, Eyes out for a clearing, somewhere to stop.

Distant cries, Heard but not seen.

Scuttles and shivers through leaves, Quietly watching.

There’s the realisation there is no easy way out, And there’s comfort in that.

Because the further I am from you, the better, And the easier it will be to not come back.

A daemon, always there beside me At least here I know you wouldn’t be.

Amongst the spiders and the leaves, And I will be alone.

Peace at last, Far away from anyone, Among the tops of dry bracken.

I lay.