"... the map I’ve called my instincts
proved to be a lousy guide..."
I feel I’m coming… to a crossroads…
and I don’t like what I see.
the choices made are haunting me.
I stand here all alone…
in the maelstrom called my life,
I did not get a manual of wrong
compared to right,
I feel complete abandon and
I cannot make the sense,
of what is coming closer because
of empty confidence,
so I’ll take another stroll along the path
that stirs and sways
and try to fight the pain of yesterdays.
I feel I’m coming… to the harvest…
and I’m reaping what I’ve sown.
the lives I’ve damaged,
to the degree I’ve trashed my own.
The family and friends…
that I believed in disappeared,
the ones that have trusted went away
just as I feared,
those I should have cherished got
ignored and pushed aside,
the map I’ve called my instincts
proved to be a lousy guide,
so I’ll keep moving in and out and
meander through this maze
and try to fight the pull of yesterdays.
I feel I’m coming… to the edge now,
and a gulf I can’t surpass.
loneliness present and past.
I cannot wrap my mind around…
how I ended up with this,
the future of my youth that
dissipated in the mist,
Can’t escape the fear of the anguish
that’s in store,
and the thought that every sunset
will repeat the one before,
so I’ll muster up the courage as
I approach another phase
and try to fight the loss of yesterdays.
Original Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written December 2007