Mon sort.

I am facing a vast horizon

of opportunities

waiting to be struck, to be grasped

by my hands that have endured

the burning sands of time.

 Despite slicing through the gusty winds,

and traversing under torrential rains,

constantly challenging death,

this arduous journey

will lose its meaning

once my feet are stripped of their garments.

Barefoot,

I cannot continue any further

for the terrain ahead

is merciless and unforgiving.

Disappointing indeed

is the veracity of life’s misfortunes.

Clinging on like a relentless shadow,

sticking like unwanted dirt,

invisibly rushing from behind,

the perennial, stinging pain

of double-edged knives

inextricably stabbing at my back,

leaves me with no option

but to resign to my inevitable denouement.

 

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow. ~ William McFee