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LOOKING BACK
Of a truth, some souls reside deservedly in Hell, but most…simply end up there
…Jeff Bresee
LOOKING BACK
Now, at the end, looking back
What else have I to do, but reflect from darkness
In a sleepless round
Of ever mounting despair
Despair born and thereafter bred
By a knowledge from which I cannot flee
Of what is…
And what might have been
The memory of exquisite light
Which fills that sphere from whence I came
Serves now but to merely illuminate
The ever present path of my mind
A path betwixt there and here
Etched in unmovable stone
And I have not to do but to retrace its steps…
Again and again
Steps made of aimless decree on fancy filled days
As I wandering went
Hither and thither as the winds of self pursuit
Dist blow
Caring not for this or that
Looking ne're for truth
Seeking not for the proven path
But rather…wandering…ever further from the light
No! No plan had I
To chart this course to darkness
But just as well, no steps took I
To forge my way back towards the light
And thus, I am my own judge
In darkness I reside, simply because
My life's path has led me to the point where…
Darkness is all that remains
