Poem from December

I search among the shadows great,

But I am all too filled with hate

To see beyond the striking black.

This path of doom, this lonely fate,

Is filled with those of rot and wrack,

And with them now I take this track.

 

I only wish to see some light,

But finding none to left or right

I stumble on through slimy air.

So long ago I lost my fight

All thought or any shred of care

Has left me now, alone and bare. 

 

This pain I feel, the grief of loss,

Has caused my inner thoughts to toss,

And in my heaviness and shame

I realize that this weighty cross

Is greater than my weakened frame.

Someone else must take my blame.

 

12.14.18