It can get cold here on the open road,
way past the old roadblocks and graves.
Still trying to teach away the demons,
praying to live another day.

I thought it would end long ago.
Said and done,
no loose ends,
quiet and simple.

The Raven still circles,
whispering his lame proclamations.
Leaving me tired and hurt,
filled to overload with history.

We...we are what is left.
Comforting with clean soft words.
Taking time to caress,
to smooth the long tough reach.