Doorways
To those at the threshold
#26
The problem is I cared too much
And those who didn’t care are fine.
So many jobs at last too much,
They let me and they kept their minds.
My unrepentant shell goes on
A facsimile of me, you see.
Stripped out, hollow, holding on
No joy de vivre, no urgency.
Janus in the door am I
A field of nettles my rear view,
Forwards, obscure blind to eye
I know not what I thought I knew.
It could be worse, I hear you say
I’m of an incline to agree.
White footprints leading me away
To slowly be the death of me.
(2015)
Janus - two faces viewing the past and future
