Through the Dark

a broken tree in the fogToday, I move through dark catacombs.
Tomorrow, I will visit a hallway of sorrow.

I am hiding a shameful past.
But I know that my secret is safe.

Over time, I will move on.
I’ll be secure in a new dwelling.

I wonder where I am going.
Each moment is a mystery now.

Words fail me as I stumble on.
I’ll be better when I am done.

William Wayne Smith
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I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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