Mired in Blackness – By Kelly D. Tolman

Posted by admin on November 7, 2008

Mired in blackness, running within

Surrounded, beseeched, and alone.

Have I failed? Have I won?

Why don’t I know?

 

I can’t see the end or beginning

Of my time here.  The stinging

Of my soul has roots in eternity.

Unbroken, unfettered, they cleave me.

 

Gaunt, pale, shunning life and light,

A creature huddling in the dark of noon.

No solace saves.  No heroes fight.

Only monotony’s horrific boon.

 

Is today really different from his predecessors

Who brought me, rambling, to this place?

No.  No different, only repetition.

Blunt, hard, slipping through mind’s recesses.

 

Light.  I have seen, but not today.

Light.  I have touched, but not now.

Only dark and coarse and slow

I wind myself along the blackened way.

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