Looking past
A ribbon of black
smooth and cold
the sheer rock walls
and a twisting path
dark lies the clouds
that be for me lie
and the golden warmth
left so far behind
I know not where
which way to go
and the memories fade
of what lays behind
here I cannot be
for it will not remain
I feel it slipping away
even as memories fade
on winds the road
and the waves still crash
cold grows the sky
and the coming rain
if I try just to stand
if I do not decide
the future will crush me
and bury my remains
into the darkness
my steps they do lead
and I would not take them
of my world it does fade
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2024
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