Sign

I wander alone in the freezing loneliness
looking for a sign
there is none
only the mark I carry
the deep stain
of loss, and waste,
time you can’t replace.
I stare
head thrust upward
howling
at the unseen
aberrations lurking
looking for exit
explanations shining in the sun.

gods of thunder and chaos

 

Looking back lately,I am having a hard time finding any point to my life.
In my youth time seemed endless, but as bodily decay and the years mount,
it becomes apparent your defeat and your death is unavoidable.
As the lady so eloquently said long ago;
“I am no longer what I once was, nor shall I ever be again.”