Lost in the dark.
I can’t read my conscience compass
let alone walk in the light.
The line has moved,
and I’m getting closer to it.
I cannot stop my thoughts from jumping over.
I wish I hadn’t charged though the boundaries.
Can I go back and rebuild them?
Will people notice the crumbling framework?
Will my thoughts escape from their decaying walls?
My legs are so tired, I cannot flee.
They are immobile, like pins and needles,
a dead limb, and an even deader heart,
numb through misuse.
I need the light to come,
to warm my aching joints,
to light my conscience’s way,
to show what lurks beyond the line,
and enlighten my broken memory.
Oh Light, come soon!
Remind me that you care.