This endless river stretches through forever,
Cutting cruel lines as it meanders
Over a lifetime map of misguided misery;
Aimless, no path, only ripples of history
To lazily guide and provide some momentum.
In this raft I exist as it floats against hope;
Captain of this coffin sealed shut
To keep corpses fresh and edges sharp
To soften the sounds of the chaos around.
No Moses am I,
No divine destination;
Only hastened and chastened,
Led towards a damnation
Felt in shades of black blindness;
Grasping darkness for guidance.
Half filled with terror at aimless ambition;
Abandoned tradition for futures unclear.
But fear has a partner, a mirror reflection,
A path revealed only by grim introspection;
Poisonous hope that this won’t stay afloat.
In this raft I exist led astray by its buoyancy,
Demanding I float forever embraced
By the uncertain echoes of time and or space;
Always hidden from view in this dark dying place.
Horror holds hope
On this scarred globe, imagined;
A world of possibilities flattened
Until it’s left dimensionless,
And eventually the current can carry me
Right off its gentle edge.