The Pilgrim

Cheat.

"I tread softly on the fresh white snow,

Let the tears drop into armfuls of nothingness,

Walk, walk, keep walking,

Escape from human form,

Trees surround me, quietly whispering their darkest secrets,

I cannot possibly think straight.

The noose of worry tightening around my neck,

Am drowing in a sea of hate,

I look at the sky for an answer,

Wisps of cloud trail above me,

And the tears keep falling.

Why did you cheat on me?"

What Will She Do From Here?mature

Her Dirty, Vulgar Wordmature

"Free-verse poetry depicting a sequence of relationships and affections."