(For someone at the precipice of life and death, with a body and soul beaten and battered by a long spell of wasting body and withering will, the prospect of the road ahead is indeed full of devastating apprehensions. The vulnerabilities and the uncertainties of facing the unknown and yet nurture a flicker of hope and faith in the looming darkness remains excruciating painful.)
The Evening is dark and dreadful.
Ominous clouds overcast the sky.
The journey can begin any moment now,
My heart sinks, fear and apprehension soar high.
In the embrace of evening's solemn cloak,
Where shadows deepen and silence spoke,
Over the horizon, clouds portend,
The journey's start, unknown, indolent.
Alone, I step into the veiling night,
No familiar face to share this flight,
No kin, no friend, no hand to clasp,
Just solitude's shadow, a haunting grasp.
How I crave a presence, a comforting soul,
As twilight's chill begins to unfold,
In fading light, whispers of despair,
Draw me closer to the midnight's lair.
The path ahead, shrouded in mystery's veil,
No stars to guide, no moon to hail,
Will it be sun's warmth or moon's soft glow,
Or endless darkness where I must go?
Will unseen hurdles pave my way,
Or gentle breezes lead me astray,
Yet in the heart of night's sombre abyss,
Lies hope's seed, in its silent kiss.
For even in the darkest hour's embrace,
A flicker of light, a trace of grace,
May guide this journey, solitary yet bold,
A narrative of mysteries yet untold.
So into the unknown, I willingly tread,
With courage in heart, and fears widespread,
For in this voyage, where destinies blend,
Lies the essence of life, where all journeys end.
scribo ad LX 