I stand before a
granite door with hinges rusted through
Dwarfed in size, the
patterns swore into skies of blue
Hands tremble as I
contemplate the choice I have to make
Turn away and life is
gay or knock and see my fate
The road behind I know
too well is full of broken hearts
The sins of past and
heartless acts echo tearing me apart
The dark behind has
left me blind to all I can become
The shadows cast eerie
apparitions I cannot break away from
Before me stands a
fate unknown which stupefies my soul
To walk right through
could bring me to a grand celestial pole
Or cast me back into
the fulminating adumbrates
Harm intent they hold
in hand perfect little bait
My heart cries out for
what it knows, my mind is overcome.
Hand reaches high and
knows not how, yet sounds upon the drum
Breath does catch as
the unknown has now come to unfold
Change is neigh and
conscience wry I stand alone and cold
What once was so
enveloping has now lost all its pertinence
As shadows slurk and
stalk away in irascible discontent
I, paralyzed am struck
by Olympian silhouettes
As compelled I am to
step forward to possible new threats
What is to be is not
yet known, nor can I expect it so
The path is laid
before now I just have to go
To take the steps
demanded of is only half the battle
Learning from what’s
left behind will prove I am no chattel
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