Dark Roads

I struggle down dark roads
without lamp posts,
Walking, bewildered of what surrounds me,
hoping, my next step is toward some destination

Sometimes I catch myself running in circles,
Other times I turn blindly or even knowingly the wrong way
and Most of the time I'm afraid of not moving at all

To live in fear is not living,
The unknown is there to know,
Yet these lessons will remain untaught
and my own instincts, untouched,
will steer me

What of this world, of my soul, gives me comfort,
I look upon another and wonder?
What feelings and emotions are dormant
or can my own exist there,
What torment do I cause?
If only mine, I have all the time in the world to ponder,
But if these sinewy black fingers extend and touch,
rotting tendrils of suffering,
choking while caressing another's heart,
I must forfeit my worries and apologize





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