Going Alone

I'm walking the path my father had shown. It's the only way that I've ever known. This cold empty throne of iron and stone; Going alone This solitude chills and cuts to the bone. It seems it's a weight I'll carry alone. The "nothing" I've sown Is now over-grown Going alone And so I stay haunted by ghosts of my own Who lifelessly stare and deathlessly moan. My mind's soundless drone speaks in monotone. Going alone