HindsightAm I lost?

Or am I hiding?…

I don’t know where I’ve gone.

How did I lose the Me I know?

Why did it all go wrong?

I sit alone in silence,

staring blankly through the night.

I try to find my way, by looking back,

the path is clear, through life,

in hindsight.



Fools gold…

Lost inside myself.

I can’t find my way

through the dark.

My own worst enemy

leads me on a treasure hunt,

and I follow, blindly,

into a hole of my own making.

Ex marks the spot.

My tainted shovel digs deeply,

exposing only pain

half buried underneath

insincere treasure.