I know not where the pathway lies.
Dark shadows overhead
Confuse the eye and chill the mind
And fill the soul with dread.
Though told of roads less traveled by
O'er-grown in unworn state,
I cannot see beyond myself
Dark are my dreams of late.
With sadness, past omissions come,
The present stands with doubt.
With dread and fear the future nears,
Her unknowns sewn throughout.
I know not to where the pathway leads
Through despair's deep, wintry night.
I pray the end stands in my reach,
With hope and guiding light.