Thursday, 4 December 2014

Ordeal

I am
In the middle of a tunnel-
Damp, dark
A long way I've come
Oblivion,
Haunts me
The end
I cannot see.

A speck of light
I yearn for
To make way to me
Through the dust storm.

I'm bogged down
Smeared with dirt
I bleed
Carrying on seems
Too big a deal
It exhausts me
To even breathe
I choke, I shiver
My thoughts have drained me
Its hard to believe
that the dreams I cherished
Are no longer with me
Hues have left my imagination
Its all grey
Its a cold desert
As far as I see

I carry on
Its a steep climb.


A leap of faith
For a goal unknown-
For the borrowed dreams
And the lack of my own
For a dazed consciousness
For the clarity gone,
For numerous voices
Inside my head
that play havoc-
Credit to them for the indecisiveness

For I can't decide
Which road to tread
The beaten path,
The one not taken
Or leave a trail

I walk alone,
monotonously
Carry on
This ordeal.

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