Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 6th of September.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Saturday the 6th of September.

The past travels with us.
A stalking horse,
So close we hear
The pounding of its hooves.
It fills the ears,
A sound that chills the bones.
And every step of the way
We fear it is a race
That will out run us.

It is the deep dark hole
Into which, we stumble,
When the way ahead
Proves too much to entertain
Our humble wandering,
And in the lure of stepping back,
We slip, between
The cracks
That open, ever wider.

We walk in darkened halls.
High corridors,
Lined with uncertain things,
A landfill of old failings.
Searching, for a ladder
To help us climb
From deep within the gloom.
And bring us, ever closer,
To an answer.

Still we fall.
As the ground beneath our feet
Begins to crumble.
And so it goes,
Until we step away,
Push the past,
And all its stories
Far behind us,
Stack them up against the wall
Or in a corner.
Where, once in time
We can call it all to order,
And then leave it,
Whilst we, at long last
Journey, beyond its
Too familiar.
Self defeating, border.