The Path To Death Poem by Cam Brimhall

Loyalty is really rare
It's never treasured in
People go the way they want
But never with their kin

Turning right along the path
When you turn left yourself
People come and people go
Along the path to death

If no one will ever stay awhile
What's the point in this?
Do we live in loneliness?
Or what did I just miss?

Along the trail I linger on then,
Towards the path of death
I wish someone would be my friend
But on so comes the end