Perilous Road.

Walking tracks back to my home,
tramping, stamping, tripping over,
boulders, rocks and roots.

Stumbling on towards the sun,
slipping, skidding, falling over,
mudslides, clay and boots.

crawling down amongst the bracken,
pulling, pushing, climbing over,
branches, twigs and shoots.

lying now between the leaves,
breathing, weeping, life is over,
my soul this soil refutes.