Lost and uncertain
The space between a forgotten
past and an elusive future
grows. Thickens.
Stretching across the black sea
I’m surrounded. My boat drifts
along the endless landscape
of time. My clock, ticks.
Is it this way, or that?
I’ve long been alone,
here.
Broken compass shifts,
with each passing tide.
Am I moving closer?
Or further away?
A haunting crossroads,
split road, oh endless pathway
you taunt me.
Stuck here, now.
I once knew…surely?
Time exists not. Not for me.
Here, now.
But then, when?
Abandoned by a silent
Guardian Angel.
Empty pages flicker past
This or that?
Wrong answer. Oh God.
What if I choose not to
choose?
Will the Reaper lift his scythe
and strike? Broken clock
Next to my broken compass.
