Shadows and Empty Spaces
If I knew the future held something better,
something shining over the foggy horizon,
maybe it would be easier for me to move towards it.
I hold out hope, but what if it’s false?
The vultures always seem to get a little closer.
The shadows circle like a gathering tornado.
What if where I am now
is where I’ll always be?
Trapped in this dark dungeon
where I can hear the rats gnawing through the walls
trying to find their way through
to feast on my rotting flesh.
How can I find the strength to go on?
When going on seems so haphazard?
I’m just spinning wheels in the mud
kicking up dirt,
and the only future I can see
is a shadow that I built in the past,
the shadow that’s disappearing fast as the years fall away,
leaving nothing but empty space.
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