I feel its indubitable presence
Lurking beneath wispy shrouds of darkness
Drifting towards me from a path that begins
From the less traveled route which my footprints adorn
But I cannot run from my fate anymore
All I can do is stand still, lest I fall
Into the many unseen chasms of regret
And here again I find myself
Waiting, always waiting, fretting, dreading what may come
I retreat into the pitiable cloak of myself
Though its frivolous pretension fades away
Amalgamating with the wistful night air
And all that is left is a lone and fearful shadow
Of subsistence, no resistance lingers in my spirit now
As I feel the creature approaching me
I wade in the sea of its soulless eyes
A culmination of hopes and desires
Gone awry and heaved back to realities
Of envy, greed, and hopelessness
And now its hand of savage bleakness rests upon my face
Draining color from the cheeks once florid with new life
To where hath such vitality escaped?
And the flowers which wilt, and the meadows that burn...
Where are they now?
Must I die within my sleep to see those empty dreams sequestered?
And as my spirit falters, I am certain I shall see
That very place in not so distant times
As I whisper a reverberating goodbye
Leaving silence likely deafening the poor souls that may hear
The silence of the truth that could have been
As a dark new day emerges from the mist