Thoughts Alone

So many roads I've wandered,
Countless forgotten thoughts now had.
Questions without answers still pondered
As to where is this line, good and bad?

Blind leading the blind,
or so it is they say.
But doesn't to lead imply
That someone actually knows the fucking way?..

Above me on the wall,
The clock plays pantomime.
Tick-tock death awaits its turn,
to burn my bones to dust so fine.

And yet I write, in spite,
With pen in vain I fight.
But in the stillness of this night,
I feel nothing but indifference for my plight.

copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera