4-16-05
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The light is now fading, the cold dusk has come. ‘Twas my folly to return; my life’s surely done. What a cold winter’s night! ‘Tis the end of the year, Away from warm home, I instead live in fear. In the depth of the coffin his soul lies in wait Using bait of myst’ry to trap tight my fate. One thing alone forces me to be led Into death’s door, for what I sought instead Was to answer this question, or at least try, To solve this one riddle: Who am I? But now I see, as the gloom surely shows, As my heart is deceitful, so’s the path that I chose. I know there’s an answer, just lying in wait, To the eternal enigma, blocked only by fate. Fate, did I say? Perhaps mine was sealed The moment I entered this dreary field. But now I’m here, and I know for a fact, I must press onward, there’s no turning back. Just give me one moment to sit and remember What could have been but for an eve in December. |
It wasn't even December when I wrote it--in fact, that day wasn't even cold (though this was at night). Like most of my poems, I simply felt like it. I was listening to Jars of Clay's "Who We Are Instead" and I thought, I just have to put that phrase in a poem. I didn't. I changed it to the line that reads "To solve this one riddle: Who am I?". It just didn't fit (not to mention I would probably have violated some copyright laws).