I can’t find the fate beneath my feet.
It’s always just across the street.

Over there.
On the other side.
Where the demons slink and hide.
Follow me down.
For I must go.
I feel the falling of the snow.

The cold slows me to a creep.
Then trickle gives away to seep.
Evaporates ‘fore it hits the deeps.
By then I’d given up to sleep.

It’s a long way down
that particular hole.