There is no light to guide me
only darkness before me…
and I can't see the way I must choose
to many directions
with their own imperfections
each road that I pick… I lose.
I am never the winner
but always a sinner…
though honesty was always my throne
cast out of brightness
and into the darkness
lost so far from my home.
This poem speaks of inspiration…
or the lack of it…
