Sidewalk

I stepped out, over the threshhold.
My feet clung to the granite steps
like a man desperate
to save his own hide.
The nauseating thud of my feet
sends latent blows to my skull,
lacerating my face and
splitting my desire in two.

"I am walking to Death," He said.
"Maybe I am too," I said.

Of course I didn't really know.
I was afraid to look up
from my toes.
The angle of my neck
cradled
my want, my desire
to look down.

"Don't look up!" He said.
"My eyes will fall out of my head first!" I said.

I always wondered what would happen
when I ran out of sidewalk.
But now that I move closer
and closer to the end of days,
I can't even look at the sky
to see if the sun still shines.

"The sun hurts your eyes anyways..." He said.
"I guess you're right..." I said.