Looking Back
Now, at the end, looking back...
what else have I to do but reflect from darkness,
in a sleepless round
of ever mounting despair.
Despair born and thereafter bred
by a knowledge from which I cannot flee
of what is...
and what might have been.
The memory of exquisite light
which fills that sphere from whence I came
serves now but to merely illuminate
the ever-present path of my mind.
A path betwixt there and here,
etched in unmovable stone
and I have not to do but to retrace its steps...
again and again.
Steps made of aimless decree on fancy filled days
as I wandering went,
hither and thither as the winds of self pursuit
dist blow.
Caring not for this or that,
looking n’er for truth,
seeking not for the proven path but rather...
wandering ever further from the light.
No. No plan had I
to chart this course to darkness but,
just as well no steps took I
to forge my way back towards the light.
And thus, I am my own judge.
In darkness I reside simply because
my life’s path has led me to the point where...
darkness is all that remains.
