Slipping into Shadows

As day passes into night, the black edge of the sky bodes a coldness that has no boundary. A breeze lifts the limbs and wandering leaves that dance with no rhythm. Familiarity escapes the clutch of what once was; the uncertainty of what will be. No mooring to fasten to or buoy lights guide the way. Maddening at times, frightening at others this must be the veil conceived by men of conscience, written in verse to what end, consolation?

I ache for someone to hold my hand as I do not know the way. I am angry but don’t know why. I despair, though the reasons escape me. Adrift, I am certain that the others know of my prison but do nothing to help me break free. Resignation is the only comfort I know, marking time, drifting further into a fulcrum of unknown power.

The woman near me is my anchor, the one certainty in all of this. She often seems frustrated and I cannot blame her. My yearning to stay current results in countless repetition, an embarrassment I’m sure for everyone. It is the certainty that seems a daily casualty as I know there are things that I must do but cannot remember what they are. Others pass through but they are fading and their names escape me. I still find joy in things but it’s as if the reach to find it keeps lengthening.

The darkness will ultimately envelope all that I am. Until then, I will cling to her, to the light.