Path’s Ending

The lost may yet be found
Afore the final days have passed
The will is not yet broken
The die is not yet cast

Yet I find myself wanting
The dreams of shadows past
Til I reach night’s end at last
There my soul linger haunting
As I look upon the roads vast

As I look upon paths without end
Lonely, and alone without friend
Always seeking never finding
Through the tunnels dark and winding

I scream endlessly into the night
All in darkness, full of fright
Walking further, the paths abound
Alone, never to be found

As the light rises, I lose my breath
I continue on without urge
As I reach the summit the paths converge
Into one path, that which leads to death.

© Jared Denstad

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Before I go into what I was thinking when I wrote this, I should probably give some background on how this poem came to be written. A while back, I experienced some rather unexpected hardships. It was during this time that I started writing down my thoughts and feelings as poetry when I was feeling depressed. This poem and another similar one came out of that time frame and are among the oldest, and thus, most raw and unstructured of my writings.

The poem discusses the plight of a individual as they drop further and further into depression. The path represents the path their life is on, and as the subject’s troubles start to pile up, they look back for help, but find none. This leads to them to realize that they are alone and any friends they may have had have long since abandoned them, leading to them to reach the end of their life’s path. I leave what happens to them up to your own imaginations.

Everyone has rough times during their lives where they feel as though the world is against them and they are on their own. The key thing to remember during these times is that there is always someone willing to help you during these times. Whether it be a parent, friend, sibling, or coworker, no one is ever truly alone, and as long as we remember that, the fate of the person in the poem does not ever have to be ours.

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