Life's Furnace
© copyright 2011 J. Derek
Menaced
woods,
You
obfuscate direction.....
Fleeting
patches of light,....
Time
passes unmarked....
But
for the growl of eternal hunger.....
Defiant,
I walk this path, erect; ....
Branches
claw my face, I do not stoop....
Nor
bow.
The
blood rises to fill the welts
Runnels
down my face and chest
A
murmur of my passage spilt on the detritus floor.....
Shadows
beckon, half-truths ever seductive.....
Alone,
my stride pounds an integral rhythm,....
Yet
seeks harmony that may not exist....
But
should.....
I can
not describe my destination,....
Nor
take comfort in its name.....
Yet the
gait I carry is my own.....
The
breath I expel ....
Is
warmed by the heat....
Of the
furnace of the life....
I've
chosen.....
....I
continue.