WHERE AM I GOING TO…?
A rarely-trodden route, over-grown
and strewn with pitfalls
Dangers lurk if I should stray –
but I cannot see the Path, and I wander from the track
No signpost: “To The Abyss”. No
map, no guide, no shelter.
Who knows the way?
One who has gone before.
From his lonely heights, beyond the
awesome gap,
He sees me slip and struggle on
again
He cannot and he will not aid me
now.
The journey from this world
This way the truth, all things
You have to make it on your own.
I hesitate; no looking back
The point of no return
I stumble on as darkness falls
No starlight as I seek to reach the
stars
The way I came is hidden; the way
ahead unknown
I am lost.
Anonymous
poem taken from the Dark Lily Journal No 9, Society of Dark Lily (London 1989).