Eyes (No Sight)
I cannot see my end, only the path on which I walk
towards the future. There is no hint of pain,
no possibility of immortality, only death. Even if I close my eyes,
the end is real, however unwelcome and regretful.
It is beyond the end I want to see and those I leave behind,
to know that they’ll be safe and will not crumble
when I leave.
It is the river I want to cross, the mountain I want to climb,
the poetry I want to see in books in the hands of others
on a wintery day or a moonlight night sitting on a dock
by a lake I’ve only imagined calming my anxious mind
with an end I cannot see beyond. My eyes show me nothing,
except that I will be alone.
© April 2019
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