The Pathway

I am the Solitary Man.

Many times I have traversed these realms

Alone, in thought and dreams

Thru the dark times of my life

I wander like a ghost among you.

You see not the times of sorrow

Nor the moment of peace I yearn
Twisting through the myriad of humanity

I walk among you forgotten and unknown

In the twilight of evening I ponder

Where Life's journey might lead me to see

Will I be known as a Solitary Man?

My Fate I reach out for thee.

I wrote this poem a while back during my dark times as I call it, and walking thru this lonely stretch of Fort Whyte Center it reminded me of it, the utter bleakness , solitude here. The only sound I hear is the wind whistling thru the trees, rustling of the dry and dying marshland, as winter approaches .