A light shines, off in the distance.
I cannot reach it, regardless how I try.
How I wish for the light, for the warmth.
I want the light to come to me.
I want the warmth to enfold me.
But light nor warmth will come,
And I stand all alone, crying.
I curl up in a dark corner,
Listening to the voices that call my name,
That becon me to come.
The voices are sweet, musical.
yet, somehow, they frighten me.
I turn from the light, away into the dark.
i stare into the bleak nothingness, scared.
I want to know what's there, but I fear it.
I fear what I already know, that I must go.
I fear the road that I now see, not the end.
The end, compared to the trail, is mild.
It seems as if the world is crumbling , my world.
Out into the darkness figures loom over me.
They call my name, and I come to them.
I follow them into oblivion, darkness, death.
As one touches me, I shudder at its touch.
Its bony fingers chill my flesh, freeze my soul.
this is my fear, my totaly haneous fear.
I am to follow one I do not know.
As if it could read my thoughts, it turned.
Looking at me from inside dardness, it threw back
its black hood with that same bony hand.
I gasp at the sight.  My heart stops.
I stand, looking into my own, cold blue eyes.
I see now that no other leads me to my death.
It is I that will be my own end.
I now see my fate, to be what I fear.
The light is what I once was, what I wish for.
I am destined to follow the path through the dark.
Mine is not the glory of light or goodness.
Mine is the evil of darkness and uncertanty.
I no longer deserve lone, thought I long for it.
Compassion I am not worthy of, I wish for.
As I lead myself down the dark path,
I see that I am alone.
There are those that call from the light.
They bef me not to go, but that is not my choice.
It is what must be done.  It is the only way.
It is hte path I lead myself into.
I walk, alone, in darkness.

Jeff Frazier  3-99