The Path

The Path

I could see the path that lay before me,

Covered in switchbacks and hills

I could see the paved part,

Worn down with use

As I began that path

A small seed inside me

Whispered dark thoughts

And committed dark actions.

The violence inside

Bursting at the seams

Washing away

The constant scabs

And bringing forth

The gushing blood

The metallic smell

Permeating the air.

I began to run,

Shadows chasing me

Grasping at my throat,

Scrabbling for my skin.

The shadows represented

The evil I had done

Each threatened to pull me

Deeper into despair.

Sometimes I gave in,

Losing my way

Wandering in circles

Looking for light.

Sometimes I saw it,

The light at the end

Of that dark cold road

I still seek it,

Searching for the end

As I look back upon that path