Spider Me Nowhere

Spider me nowhere On an endless trek to rapture. Grow me long, grow me bare. Twisted, bold, start a new chapter. // Demo my love, my strength, My heart, my mind, my peace. Stare at the map, see my length. My pace is flying, no cease. // I'm amid the crossfire of hate Of doubt, of stunt, of pain. I stretch far, patience can wait. Know the desert sears hesitation and shame. // A sea of blood awaits in the North, Between lost shadows and dying pyres. Heed me, simply I still venture forth. Color me a spit of misery and barbed wire. // A stump lies ahead in the vast, Scared and disgraced. Desperate, weathered from sandblast. No tribute dare stand in her place. // Why? How? I'm measly on my own. Lavender in spirit, but coursed with qualm. Her trauma begs, but what is my condone? A headache rings, shall my truths be palmed? // Perhaps a warning, one of late. A disguised presentiment of a false end. Is what verges beyond a dismal fate? Or is right here, right now my purpose is to tend? // I wish to move forward And live the future nearby. But what decision should I lean toward, When staying means I could die? // I may be minuscule, I may be ravaged, A soul cries for help, yearns for rebirth! I choose to be not cruel, not savage. I sacrifice myself for this piece of earth. // "Crawling in the supernal, Somewhere within the darkness of God's eyes. An angel will find us and we will all fall, Merciless and disappointed with our lives of lies." // Startled, betrayed, the stump takes me away Plants me in her soil, her spirit dissipates, And I am left astray. The North is something I no longer anticipate. // In a scorched and slaughtered orchard, I will grow anew, In sound, in able, in power. I stand stranded, could my kindness strew? // Centuries pass, I age, My branches unadorned. I sense the desert remains in rage, And I realized the angel came earlier than warned.