The Archivist Series

I Sit Alone in the Darkness

"I Sit Alone in the Darkness"

And so I sit alone in the darkness,

Not knowing who my friends are

only knowing the cold stillness

that my mind suffers on a daily basis.

Where has the light gone?

Where has the love in the world gone?

Only some higher power knows

be it God or man it surely is not me.

This path has been crossed several times,

by me, by some others, certainly not the light. And again I return to see nothing ... and the nothingness stares back at me.

So much hate, so much pain.

Why do I return to gaze at my soul?

What is there here for me to find anymore? It's hollow, empty, forgotten, and lifeless.

So I leave, to search for the path untrained, to walk in the woods, and swim the streams, searching always for true inspiration to escape the feelings I have harbored for so long.

My destiny is unknown, and my future indifferent I will most certainly accomplish something no one doubts that, but I doubt my happiness, I doubt the satisfaction, I doubt the wholeness.

The ever presence of life, I will transverse

but what will I contribute, what will I take?  Will my deeds be worth mention, or shall I be forgotten, forgotten like my soul, or forgotten like my heart?

Endless the road seems but I know it does stop as knowing and believing are two different things in this life. and right now, I don't know or believe in anything, nothing ... holds my essence ransom with a cause.

But life ends, and eternity drones on,

from where do I go from here?

What road do I now take?

Why do I even care?

And alas, I fade away,

I don't know when ... I don't know why.

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-Peter