I thought at first
I had the words but I lacked the experience;
Now I have the experience,
But can't find the words.
I am reminded of more inspiring times,
Of literary figures
Who rose like the sun,
Illuminating my journey.
Many of them have now faded away,
Drifted out of sight
Perhaps extinguished
With the suddeness
Of a candle being snuffed by a draft.
I hold the last lantern,
Straining my eyes in the gloom,
Dragging my feet in slow loops,
Like pencil lead
Rewriting the chapters of my life.
