a Poem Maybe

The wind blow's dead leave's along the road there rustle the only sound

scorpion looks to the mountain's a chill wind now brushes him and the dog on the lead he hold's.

faint sounds of people in the distance scorpion turns to walk the other way

interaction is no longer possible no masks left to wear no words left to speak just time which is so heavy now

the mountains are close but seem as far away as rest and peace

the dog now leads instead of following or even walking by scorpions side

so he just follows and goes with the path

he looks back there is nothing there now for him

everyone is a now a stranger

every thing is something lost

the path forward dim misty and impossible to imagine a way through

it seems that it would just be simply better to just stay here and let the darkness that the chill wind is blowing in engulf him and try to stop feeling as the mental and physical pain just seems to much to carry any more

scorpion knows that there is a dim light just up ahead but is there the strength to go there

i just don't know its only one step at a time but the feet feel heavy and i am now so tired and the pain is so much worse than the last time we stood here

I'll just rest for a moment and try but it scares us more than before.